Rohit's grin widened as he jerked his dick. "Yeah, how about you suck out my juice?"
Aisha felt disgusted and turned her head. "No… I can't. I'm sorry."
Rohit frowned. "Okay… do your thing then—" He leaned back with his hands behind his head. "But if you fail, I will make you swallow."
Tick* Tick*
Aisha glanced at the wall clock—it was already past ten.
She removed her thong and tossed it aside, then straddled Rohit, trapping his dick between her slender thighs.
"urgh~"
Rohit groaned low in his throat. The movement without penetration was surprisingly more enticing.
Her soft thighs clamped tight around his cock. Her pussy lips, dripping with juices, slid along his shaft, making him pulse harder with every slow rock of her hips.
The pressure was maddening—his thick cock trapped between her thighs, but she didn't let it enter yet.
Instead she rubbed her wet cunt against his cock, getting more feel as her slick lips parted around the veined length.
