My Steamy Story: Taha Khan (21) Taha is the taller of the...

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Okay bestie, so you already know the tea on our little trio. It was another one of those boujee family weddings, and Taha, looking extra fine in his crisp sherwani, had that quiet rizz that just makes you weak. The reception was in full swing, all aunties and uncles, but my girl Samrah and I were on a whole other vibe. We’d been sending spicy pics all week leading up to this, and the tension was high-key unbearable.

We managed to slip away, dragging Taha by the hand into a dimly lit, empty banquet hall. The second the door clicked shut, it was on. Samrah’s hands were already under my kurta, her fingers finding my pussy through my salwar while I was unbuckling Taha’s pants. His thick, curved dick sprung out, and I swear, I actually gasped. I dropped to my knees, taking him deep into my mouth, tasting that clean, musky scent I’d been dreaming about. Meanwhile, Samrah had her face buried between my thighs from behind, her tongue working magic on my clit. I was moaning around Taha’s cock, the sounds muffled by the fabric of my dupatta. It was messy, it was chaotic, and it was the absolute GOAT of wedding crashers. Period.