Satisfy My Craving Desi Indian Aunty Intimate Pleasure

“Yep. You like ‘em?” Her tone was teasing, innocent, but the way those red tips moved sent a jolt straight to his dick. “Gimme it, then,” she teased, stretching out both hands, red nails wiggling, tips glinting as she spread her fingers wide. “Fuck, that was—” he started, breathless, but she cut him off, lifting her skirt, sliding her fingers into her panties. “Cum for me,” she whispered, seductive despite her nerves, and that did it. “Turn around,” he begged, and she obliged, climbing off just long enough to spin and straddle him reverse, ass in his face. “Like this?” she asked, stroking slow, her almond-shaped tips scraping lightly along the underside. Didn’t matter. She fucked him faster, nails wiggling in his face, taunting him. Her hips bucked, chasing it, and he groaned into her cunt, the sting of her nails driving him wild again.