Spicy Desi Babe

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A raw sound caught in her throat. “Oh… Her hips moved without her will now. Too close. “You smell it, don’t you, viejo?” he murmured, amusement thick in his voice. Low, pleased. Knowing. The single candle flickered weakly, barely casting light. Deliberate. Clinging to her skin, wrapping around her like something unseen but inescapable. “Give in,” he murmured, his fingers resting lightly on her throat.