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He kissed foot first and moved slowly upward in a trail that made my breath catch.

By the time he reached my calves, the warmth of his mouth had already turned my pulse unsteady.

Curious and craving a glimpse.

I slipped my hand under the edge of the tablecloth, lifting it just enough to peek.But before I could lift it further, I went still.

He touched my pussy and his fingers were damp as if he licked his thumb finger before touching my pussy.

He stroked me with a feather-light touch, moving slowly up and down on my folds. Then, his thumbs settled over my clitoris, moved it around in a circle (clockwise).

My body shook completely, and my toes automatically curled up. I moved my open legs closer together because of the strong feeling he gave me.

I wanted to make a noise, but I forced myself to stay quiet.

I signalled him to stop under the table.

He listened like a good boy.

But that was just my wish, my silly thought.

He moved my legs apart again and shifted my dress from the side slit, exposing me fully.

I felt a sudden, shocking coldness.

The air hit my private part, making it tense and shrink back. It was so exposed, so vulnerable, right here in the open.

He dipped his face on my cunt, his warm big tongue touched my folds as he licked them like a popsicle melting and trying to stop the mess.

A gasp caught in my throat. His boldness was unbelievable, yet thrilling. I jerked up from his response and caught the attention of my family.

"Shanaya, are you okay?" my brother asked. "Is everything alright? Are you feeling unwell?" he asked with concern.

His voice pulled me back to the reality of the dinner table.

Oh, yes, my father is here.

Of course. The entire family is here. How could I forget where I was? What a fool I am.

I nodded 'yes' and started eating my food or just pretending to eat.

How could I possibly put food in my mouth when, under the table, someone was enjoying his own secret, tasty meal?

The thought made me feel wicked and excited all at once.

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He thrusted his tongue inside the hole of vagina.

He drilled deeper, and I completely lost control.

It was too much.

Too fast.

I curled my toes and instinctively squeezed his head hard with my thighs.

In that moment, I closed my eyes and bit my lips to control the powerful feeling underneath. I couldn't let a single sound escape.

I couldn't ruin this, but I couldn't get caught either.

He pulled his tongue out, and I took a deep, shaky breath, thinking he was done.

Thank God. I wanted to climax (cum), but not here.

Not now.

I absolutely did not want my perfect orgasm to be ruined in front of all these people.

He rested his head on my bare thighs and kissed them. His wet lips touched my skin, and the air cooled the spot down.

He sucked my thighs, leaving dark, reddish marks (hickeys) on them.

Why was he doing this?

It felt like he was marking me, claiming me right here in public.

The shame was intoxicating.

He kept biting softly on my thighs. Then he put his thumb back on my clitoris, moving it in a circle (clockwise) and pinching it.

The pain mixed with pleasure was dizzying. I couldn't bear the pressure.

I tried to stop him and put my hand over his thumb. My private part felt heavy from his hard pressing.

"Stop! Please stop!" I begged him in my mind.

The pressure was building too fast.

He finally let go of his thumb. But this time, he nibbled softly on my clitoris and then licked it. He was relentless. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

I found his head and stroked his hair. I felt the velvet softness of his hair as I kept patting his head, like stroking a cat's fur. This small act of tenderness, patting his head, somehow calmed the chaos inside me.

He sucked my clitoris and then...

"Ahh!"

It escaped.

I let out a sound.

It wasn't a sexy sound, but a sound of pain or shock.

It was sharp, loud, and unavoidable.

Thanks to that sound, my family now knew for sure that something was seriously wrong with me.

I knew I was caught, but the pleasure was still buzzing.

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 IS SHE GET CAUGHT?

WHAT WILL HAPPEN? IF HER FAMILY GOT TO KNOW ABOUT THIS ACT?

JAN NE KE LIYE KAL KA WAIT KARE.....

TATA