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That’s where I want my face—buried deep, licking, sniffing, moaning like a dirty slave while she smirks and holds me there.
She lifts her arm just a little, and that wave of warm, salty scent hits me—intoxicating, filthy, addictive.
Her yellow blouse clings to her cleavage, soaked and dark from the sweat... but it’s under those arms where her real scent lives.
I’m into that thick, dominant desi MILF—wrapped in a clinging red saree that sticks to her sweaty, curvy body like a second skin.
Her big, juicy frame glistens with heat… especially those ripe, musky armpits that drip with raw, feminine power.
I’m YASH.
I don’t ask—I take. You’ll moan when I say, beg when I allow, and come when I COMMAND:cool::cool:
Ready to be mine?
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