Simran bent over Sudhir’s desk, hands gripping the edge as her skirt hiked up, pussy exposed under the thin fabric.
> “I want you, now,” she whispered, breath hot on his neck.

Simran bent over Sudhir’s desk, hands gripping the edge as her skirt hiked up, pussy exposed under the thin fabric.
> “I want you, now,” she whispered, breath hot on his neck.
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