I released my grip on her hair, allowing her to pull away. My desi I took a moment to savour the mutual rapture before plunging us both deeper into the pleasure we had started. I began to fuck her mouth with a relentless rhythm, pushing her to the edge of her limits. My hands never leave her breasts, alternating between gentle squeezes and firmer pinches on her nipples. As my hand travelled downward, I encountered the soft, inviting warmth between her thighs. My hands gripped her hair with possessive urgency, eager to give her the same level of profound pleasure she had gifted me. But I kept hold of her hair and deep-throated her. The pressure of my sizable manhood against her sensitive womanhood was intensely gratifying.I could feel her need growing and her desire to show me how much she wanted this.
