Simran Nagpal

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Her fingers delved between her thighs, parting her folds. Her breath came as a sharp inhale and her legs twitched before tensing. I watched as her thumb circled her hardened nub, pinching and rolling it between her fingers. Her arousal dripped onto the white cushion of the chair, her wetness sliding between the cleft of her ass.
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