She had silver anklets on her feet.She was fair with an elongated face and pointed lips. My desi How are you? She loves this. Neha gave out a loud moan as well, and I knew she had reached an orgasmWe stood under the shower for a minute and let the hot water run over our bodies. I could feel her body shivering and her heart pounding. She had a broad waist and long legs, always covered either by saree or salwar kameez. The water was flowing over us. I asked her if she was regretting whatever had happened.She said she would never regret and loved every moment of it. Neha was still the same, a straightforward conservative woman who lived by her principles. This made it juicy and tasty. I knelt, and water dripped over Neha’s vagina like a gentle waterfall.
