Savitri's body responded with a fiery need she had never felt before. Each touch, each whispered word of filth, brought her closer to the edge. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building inside her, a pressure that grew with every caress. Her nipples were rock hard, begging for attention, and she couldn't help but arch her back, pushing her breasts out towards the men.

With a wicked grin, she brought her hand up to her chest, her fingers closing around one nipple, twisting it hard. A gasp of pain-laced pleasure escaped her lips as she began to tug on it, rolling the sensitive peak between her thumb and forefinger. The men watched, their eyes glued to the sight of her playing with herself.