
I rubbed my face from one part of her ass to the other side, feeling Amulya’s busty ass over the saree. It felt like a cushiony pillow. Along with rubbing, I pinched, squeezed, and massaged her ass.
I spanked her ass cheeks repeatedly. “Baare Amulya,” (Come Amulya), I told her to follow me as I walked towards the conference room. In the corridor, she tried to open and get rid of her saree. I stopped her, saying, “Only I will open it.”
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