Shivangi’s moans turned into incoherent cries as the pressure inside her reached its peak. She was teetering on the edge, her entire body taut with anticipation. "H-Harshad… I’m gonna… oh god, I’m gonna come!" Her words were barely audible, choked by the sheer intensity of her arousal. He responded by sucking her clit into his mouth, his lips closing around the swollen bud as he flicked it with the tip of his tongue.

And then it hit her—a wave of pleasure so intense it left her gasping for air. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking uncontrollably against his face as she came hard. "Yes! Yes! Fuck!" she screamed, her voice raw and unfiltered. Harshad didn’t let up, his tongue working her through every pulse and spasm until she collapsed onto the hood, completely spent and trembling with the aftershocks. He finally pulled back, lifting his head to look at her with dark, satisfied eyes.