******
Two fingers worked into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue flickered over her, and she couldn't prevent her hips from rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God, she was riding his hand, smothering his face with her sex. That had to be bad. She told herself to stop. She couldn't. Somehow, she found her hands tangled in his short hair. Her body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now she could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into her.
"That's much like it, now" Karan smiled. He gazed at for some minutes and when he saw that she was pleased with what he did, he unbutton his trouser. "How do you feel my love?"
"Good, I guess" Priyanka covered her eyes with hands. She dud not feel shy or ashamed like before. Slowly, she brought down her hands and looked at him. He seemed so different from the guy that she knew.
