“Ji papaji, you can do that” Mira said innocently.

Giri smiled wickedly and brought his face, tracing her pussy with his nose, smelling her. He wanted to taste the sweetness of it. Tracing his tongue along the lips, he gave them a french kiss. Mira moaned out loud, her hands finding his hair, fisting them tightly. Giri started fuck her whole with his tongue, thrusting in and out savouring the taste of her sweet cunt, pinching her breasts, rubbing her clit simultaneously. Mira felt something bulding up in her stomach, she felt like peeing.