Kajol, lying back, spreads her legs, eyes locked onto Gayatri. "Make me come," she demands. Gayatri smiles, her tongue tracing Kajol's inner thigh. She dives in, her tongue swirling around Kajol's clit, her fingers thrusting deep. Kajol gasps, her hips bucking. Gayatri increases her pace, her mouth and fingers working in sync, pushing Kajol closer to the brink. Kajol's body trembles, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her breathless and satisfied.