"Strip Piya, don't you want a massage now?" He added teasingly. Piya understood what he meant and started to fumble with her pallu quick. She first took down the pallu, her breasts on the verge of spilling out of the cups of her blouse. . . He was seeing her in nothing but a thin cotton lace thong for the first time since he bought them for her. . . He pushed his hips down on her, a slow drag of his thick cock between her folds, pressing right on her pulsating nub. He let out a low groan, and Piya's body lurched forward, electrifying pleasure shooting in her veins. He lazily dragged his shaft again, hot and heavy on her folds, hitting her clit with his thick swollen head again. . . He grabbed the base of his hard cock and slapped it on her cunt, hitting down on her clit. The sound, wet and obscene, was lost amidst their moans and heavy breaths. Heat coiled low in her belly, hearing his crude words, drawing her near to the edge.