Lalitha Bhabhi : Part 2
Lalitha jolted like a live wire for a split second, her hand shooting up to grab Shankar’s head. He twisted his finger inside her navel, churning it deep, wet squelching noises echoing as he worked her without a shred of mercy. His old, gnarled digit spun like a drill against her navel walls. He even hooked it, yanking her closer by that sweaty, cavernous hole—like he owned her outright.
Lalitha tried to hold it together but cracked, a low moan slipping out. “Aaahhhh! Mmm…” she gasped.
Shankar cackled. “Feels damn good, doesn’t it?”
“Leave it… no…” she pleaded, voice shaky.
He was in shorts, and I could see his bulge straining—rock-hard and shameless. My stomach flipped—nerves and shock hitting me hard. This was unfolding right in my face. Lalitha swallowed thickly, her eyes fluttering like she might pass out. She clawed at his hand, trying to pry that nasty finger…
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