Made Her Agree (18+)

 I asked, leaning closer, my lips grazing her ear. "Touch you? Want you? Fuck you?"

She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "You're such a bastard," she said, but there was no anger in her voice. Only need.

I smirked, my hand moving higher, slipping under the hem of her saree. Her skin was warm, smooth, and trembling under my touch. "Tell me to stop, Aunty. Say the word, and I will."

But she didn't. Instead, she closed her eyes, her head tilting back as my fingers inched closer to her dripping wet pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. It drove me wild.

My other hand reached for her blouse, tugging it open to reveal her lacy bra. Her breasts spilled over the top, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. I didn't make her wait. I leaned in, capturing one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her moan.

"Oh god," she whimpered, her hands tangling in my hair. "You're such a motherfucker."

I chuckled against her skin, my tongue swirling around her nipple before biting gently on her cleavage. She cried out, her hips bucking against my hand, which was now pressed firmly against her pussy.

"Such a dirty bitch," I murmured, my breath hot against her skin. "Look at you, grinding against me like a slut."

She froze for a moment, her eyes snapping open to meet mine. For a second, I thought she might slap me, but then she smirked, her hand reaching down to unfasten her saree. "Isn't that what you want? A dirty bitch to fuck?"

I groaned, watching as she stripped off her saree, revealing her toned stomach and belly button ring. My mouth watered at the sight, and I leaned down to lick a trail from her navel to her waistband. She shivered, her hands gripping my shoulders as I teased her.