Lisa’s Desire: An Indian Hindi Web Series

“I’m sorry, Alicia. My tongue lapped through her folds, gathering her fresh juices, savoring her musk on my tongue, squirming in delight. I wasn’t gay. They were blackmailing me. That bitch. Then Juana’s piss petered out. “But I don’t think you’re ready for that. Juana says neither of them are on birth control. But, god, that dildo felt amazing. I fought against my swelling orgasm. This was so humiliating. I had to fight them. At first, it was a gentle kiss, the two of us snuggling closer, our breasts pressing together, our legs rubbing. Now I had taken over Aunt Vicky’s bedroom to be my master bedroom while Melody’s room became the nursery. “Devour me, whore!”
“Yes!” Lee groaned with such eagerness to eat her half-sister’s snatch. I couldn’t be. That made my tongue really aggressive. It wasn’t a rubbery dildo. “And so pink inside.”
I grinned, parting her tight slit, exposing her pink lips. But I wasn’t a lezzie slut.