She lingered her palm over her navel and untied the tied pallu. She stood there holding the lounge. I clamped that navel in my palm. My one hand nuzzled her navel, squeezed it. Her navel, shudder in desire and enrage.
"Haha," she chuckled.
She frowned. She moaned in ache and bliss. I yanked her close, drooping down. I delved to her tummy, I could see, the saree stuck in the leash of her underwear. I bumped inside her belly. She moaned, screeched and wriggled. I hauled my hand over her hips and rub her. I poked and pinched, played while sweeping her navel hole with my tongue. It was violent, her navel trembled with desire, pain, and pleasure. With the tickles, her laughs I got provoked. With her hard wheezing, she shoved me into her navel. The more I savored the more I wanted to explore. She shoved my head into it more, jostled my hair. Brushed my hair while I caressed her navel. The second I got, I clenched the wrapped in saree with my teeth. Removed it out of her underwear leash...
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