From what happened after my story, I want to share something that really happened to me. If you did not read my stories, please read them so you can understand why I think making love in a black saree is so special. I am sharing my experience of making love.
She was standing in front of the mirror, wearing her saree. I was standing behind her, gently touching her back and giving her kisses on her neck. When I moved her pallu aside, she was wearing a netted blouse and petticoat.
I could see her navel. She looked really beautiful. I was watching her in the mirror. I could not help but think she was amazing.
“You look so sexy from this angle,” I whispered to her.
She. Said, “You are teasing me, looking at me part by part. I never thought I could be this happy. I never thought someone would look or gaze at me like this.”
As I watched her in the mirror, my heart felt full. I loved looking at her beauty and feeling the emotion of the moment. I noticed that she was becoming emotional. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and embraced her tightly. I placed kisses on her neck and back.
She appeared stunning in that saree. The hue enhanced her complexion and created the atmosphere. With her pallu draped in front of the mirror, she appeared stunning. I was watching her sexy navel, neck, and back, her arms, and her bindi from behind.
I gradually stepped in front of her. Crouched down, gripping her softly by the hip. I kissed her on her navel and around her navel and hip. She sensed that I truly respected her. As we gazed into the reflection, she. Flushed. She sighed and chuckled because it felt so nice.
She could no longer handle it, so she playfully stepped aside. Went to bed next to the TV. She remained joyful and cosy from the moment we experienced. I felt it was the best moment. A girl standing in front of a mirror with an open saree is such a great view to remember for a lifetime.
Then I went to Sona. Gently pushed her onto the bed. She was surprised. She lay on the bed with her pallu open. I asked her to stay like that for a minute. Then I got the jar of red jelly that I had bought earlier. If you read my story, you might remember it.
I put the jelly on her navel. The red jelly looked nice against her skin. I started licking it. It tasted sweet. It felt like the moment. I could tell she was getting excited. I slowly moved the jelly around her navel. I put a piece of jelly in her belly button and ate it gently.
She felt pain when I bit her hip and navel. I think the navel is the part of a woman’s body. Its depth fascinates me. Makes me curious. I slowly moved my tongue around her navel. She giggled. She reacted sensitively as I continued licking her navel.
Her reactions changed my mood. I decided to go slower to make the moment last and make her feel more excited. It was truly a moment. The red jelly tasted good on her navel. Her navel was filled with red jelly sauce. As I moved my mouth around her belly button, a red mark formed around it.
It was a sight. I enjoyed the contrast of the red colour against her skin. I helped her get up from the bed. Brought her in front of the mirror. I stood behind her, kissing her neck over her blouse. I whispered in her ear. Asked how the red sauce looked on her waist.
She said she felt really good. I asked her to rate the moment out of ten. She gave it an eight. When I asked why, she said she wanted to try more and that her rating might increase as we went further. Then, for the time, I touched her breasts over her blouse. She reacted with surprise.
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Her breasts were not too big or too small, just right for her. I felt happy because it was the first time I had ever touched someone’s breasts like that. As I touched her breasts, she turned toward me. Kissed me passionately on the lips. We shared a kiss, expressing our happiness and emotions.
I opened my eyes. Enjoyed the moment in the mirror. She was kissing me, and our tongues were moving together. I was fully responding to her kiss while enjoying the scene in the mirror. I held her hips with both my hands, and my hands were between her blouse and petticoat.
I was enjoying the kiss and the feeling of her presence. It felt like a moment filled with desire and emotion. At some point, I touched her breasts gently. Then I pressed them a bit harder. She felt pain. Started to scream. She told me that if I handled her roughly, it would hurt.
She asked me to be more careful. So, I started touching her breasts over her blouse. She seemed to like it. She was enjoying the moment with her eyes closed. I looked at her face. Saw how much she was liking it, so I wanted to try something. I asked her to open her eyes and look in the mirror.
I got down on my knees in front of her. We were standing in front of the mirror closely. I wanted her to enjoy the moment like I did, looking into each other’s eyes in the mirror. Looking at yourself in a mirror with someone you care about is really nice. If you have not tried it, you should. It is a feeling.
Anyway, I got back to what we were doing. I was on my knees. I put my hands on her breasts, touching them gently over her blouse. At the time, I started licking her belly button. It was a little dry. There was some red sauce stuck to her skin. I kept licking her belly button and touching her breasts at the time.
She was really enjoying it, looking at us in the mirror. She put her hands in my hair. It was pulling me in. I would lick deeper. She was, in the moment. I could tell she was happy. Then I took her to a wall near the dressing table and TV in the room.
I licked her neck passionately. She asked, “Why are you taking me here and there?” I said, “This room is where I had my experience. I want to try making love with you in every corner of this room. I don’t want to forget this moment ” That’s why I still remember everything after a year.
I started licking her neck and pressed one of her breasts over her blouse. She tried to remove her blouse. I stopped her. I said, “Let me do it. You shouldn’t do that when I’m here.” Then she gave me a look with her eyes and said, “I’m going to kill you for not wearing traditional clothes today.”
I told her I had them dry cleaned and might wear them another day. She liked me in a matching shirt and dhoti, but she looked a bit upset. If you have read my previous part of the story, you may understand it.
I promised her I would wear them one time and gave her a simple kiss on the lips. She accepted my apologies after a second. Then she became more romantic. She stood me against the wall, put her hands on my jeans, and tried to remove the button. I helped her because it was a bit tight.
This time, she kneeled in front of me. I felt something I had never experienced before. I thought she was going to do something. She just slid my jeans down a bit and raised my T-shirt. She kissed my stomach and thighs. Didn’t touch my dick. I was wearing briefs.
She didn’t remove or touch them. Instead, she. Kissed my stomach and thighs. I felt a current in my body. She made me feel horny, and my dick started growing. It was pressing against my underwear. She kept kissing my thighs and touching the hair on them.
Then she stood up. Removed my T-shirt completely. I felt a bit shy because it was the first time I’d been half-naked in front of a girl. She kissed my body all over when I was half-naked. She said my chest is really sexy and she loves it. She started licking my nipples one by one.
It felt really romantic. Then she bit my nipples. It hurt a bit, but I did not want her to know. I was standing in front of the wall. I was letting her do what she wanted. I realised that men and women really love each other’s bodies. I thought that men are more into women’s bodies.
Women also have strong feelings for men’s bodies. She turned me around. Started kissing and licking my back, my neck, my chest, my hands, my underarms, my stomach and my thighs. It felt amazing. She showed me something beautiful. I enjoyed it.
I was happy to let her do what she wanted. When she touched me and licked me, I felt really excited. She touched me over my underwear. I felt a sudden jerk. I jumped a little. She started laughing. I got a bit tense. I moved her away. I took her to the corner of the bed.
Made her stand there. I was kissing her back and her neck. I wanted to remove her blouse, so I started unhooking it. She was helping me. I was kissing her neck at the same time. When I touched her bra, it felt softer than before. I was kissing her neck. Touching her cleavage.
She was shivering a bit. She had closed her eyes. I could see a bit of her breast over her bra. It looked really smooth. I gently massaged her breasts. She liked it. Then I removed her bra completely. It was a moment. I was looking at her breasts and her navel.
They looked really smooth and clean. The mole on her navel made me crazy. I kissed her stomach again.
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