11-01-2019, 02:18 PM
Venkat gasped and began to fuck her face eagerly, holding her head and rocking it back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips to and fro. His cock glistened and gleamed as it slid in and out of her mouth, appearing and disappearing between her luscious lips.
His penis filled her mouth and distended her face. Shanti kept working the cock-head cunningly and deftly, probing the long slit
in its tip with her tongue. Venkat gasped his joy.
"Mm ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Yes! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes ... do it, Shanti darling ... suck me! Suck my prick, bitch ... suck it hard, fuck yes, that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"
She sucked his cock harder and faster, her head rocking rapidly back and forth between his thighs. The Iyengar stud gasped and moaned, his body shaking and trembling, his hips rocking and jerking to and fro. The fires in his loins grew and spread, threatening to burst forth any minute.
Sensing it, she slowed. "You can cream in my mouth," she murmured. "I like it when guys do that."
For a second, Venkat was tempted. Then he shook his head and pushed her head away. He exhaled several times rapidly and sharply, forcing himself back in control. His breathing steadied.
"Later," he muttered. "Not now. Later."
He drew her to her feet and Shanti turned around, her back to him.
He flicked open the knot in the middle of her back that held the saree cloth band. It unraveled and he drew it off slowly, scbanging it over her nipples. She shuddered and leaned back against him.
He nuzzled the nape of her neck, his hands on her breasts, caressing and lifting them, squeezing them tenderly through the blouse sexy and silky smooth. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. Turning her face, she lapped gently at one stiff nipple. He ran his hands down her hips and belly, caressed her crotch. Her hips writhed erotically, her buttocks squirming against his groin. Reaching back, she undid his undershorts. They split open and he tugged them down his legs and kicked them aside.
Her face turned and tilted to his and he kissed her slowly, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, hers responding sensuously, in like manner. Her hands behind her back, she caressed his penis tenderly. Venkat twined his fingers in her gold necklaces and fondled her breasts. Shanti shivered as the hard metal rasped over her stiff nipples. His penis throbbed between her buttocks.
"Fuck me," she murmured. "Come on Venkat, fuck me."
There was a seating arrangement of three armchairs and a sofa in a square around a low, broad, glass-topped coffee table before her. Venkat turned her around and she sank down onto the table, her hips at the edge, gasping slightly as her naked back touched the cold glass surface. She spread her legs wide and looked at him wantonly, her face radiant with excited anticipation.
Venkat smiled and knelt between her forked thighs. Slowly he removed the blouse and unstrapped the sexy new full of sweat bra and tossed them aside. The petticoat knot came off without much tussle and the panty was glistening with her juices and sweat at the same time.
He slid his hands up her body and kneaded her breasts gently.
Shanti writhed in pleasure. He squeezed the fleshy mounds together, crushing her gold necklaces between them. Gently, he caressed her belly and thighs. Her legs trembled and split wider. Bending, Venkat dragged his thick, heavy tongue over one nipple, swirling it slowly around her aureole.
Shanti gasped, arching her bejeweled fingers clenching his head.
Her nipple was stiff and hard and he whipped it rapidly with his tongue, flicking the other with his fingertip.
Shanti writhed on the glass table. Slowly, he drew her breast into his mouth and sucked it tenderly, scbanging her nipple across his gums and teeth, rubbing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
Shanti gasped and moaned her hands under her breasts, lifting them for him. He moved across her chest to the other breast, his tongue dipping into her cleavage, then climbing the heavy swell on the other side, toying with the rigid nipple. Flames of lust leaped through her body. He took some of her necklaces in his teeth, squeezed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously.
Shanti cried out, arching and writhing on the glass table as his lips and tongue and teeth and the cold metal of her jewelry scbangd across her aching nipples.
"Oh uhhh oh ma uhhh oh Venkat yes oh god yes!" she gasped.
Grinning, he released her breasts and moved lower.
His tongue rippled down her flat belly, swirled through her navel and moved lower. With the long slits inside and outside her petticoat and panties, her cunt was completely exposed. Venkat quickened in excitement as he bent lower and saw the gold chain that descended from the girdle nestling between her cunt-lips, running down the length of her crack and disappearing into the deep cleft between her buttocks.
It was an extraordinarily sexy sight. Shanti's fingers rippled down her body and she pulled her cunt-lips open for him. That excited him further, seeing her slender fingers in her crotch, the backs of her wrists webbed by the fine gold chains, the rings twinkling on her fingers.
Venkat pushed his face into her crotch and ran his tongue down her cunt. It was sopping wet. The tangy taste of her cunt-juices and their musky odour inflamed his lust.
Shanti gasped, her hips writhing, lifting, her legs spreading, her fingers pulling her cunt-lips wider still.
"Ohhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes, Venkat, c'mon, do it!"
Venkat curved his tongue into a sharp, spatular form and drove it into her wet slit. Shanti gasped and cried out, arching her back, her hands flying to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. Her hips bucked and writhed under his face.
Venkat swirled his tongue through her wet cunt, savoring her streaming cunt-juices.
Shanti gasped and moaned her pleasure.
He parted her cunt-lips wider and whipped the hard, gorged stem of her clitoris with his tongue rapidly.
Shanti hissed in pleasure, arching steeply.
Venkat slowed and, using his tongue, pushed the gold chain deeper into her slit, scbanging it delicately over her clitoris.
Shanti cried out in pleasure, her hands mauling her swollen breasts, her head flung back, jerking erotically from side to side. The feeling was exquisite; his hot breath, his thick, heavy, rough tongue, the hard rasp of the metal. Shanti's body flamed with desire.
"Ohhhhhhh uhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhh that's it! Yes! There! Oh god oh god oh god uhhhh oh yes uhhh oh ma uhh *hanh* uhhh ohhhhh!"she cried, writhing and thrashing feverishly on the glass surface.
Venkat pushed her legs wider apart. She lifted her feet and hooked them onto the armchair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table, her feet pressed to the padded armrests.
Slowly, levering herself against the heavy seating, she lifted her hips higher, off the glass surface. Her cunt-lips unfurled fully. Her buttocks were flexed taut with the tension of the osition, for she now had her hips and back in the air, her shoulders on the table.
The gold chain was crushed between her buttocks. Quickly, she pushed her hands under her hips, supporting her weight, and relaxed her buttocks.
They lobed open, unlading slowly. Her cunt was on level with his face now. Venkat chuckled and slowly ground a thick finger into her wet slit. Her cunt channel was hot and tight and, as it convulsed on his probing finger, she gasped loudly.
Venkat shoved his tongue back into her cunt, now finger-fucking and tongue-fucking her simultaneously.
"Oh uhh *hanh* uhh ohhh uhh *hanh* uhh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhhh oh ma uhh oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh! OHHHHH uhhh OHHHH!" Shanti cried.
Her face was radiant with lust, the nostrils flared, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. Her body jerked and lurched and her hips writhed and swayed and undulated in the up thrust position.
Her breasts wobbled and shook sexily with her movements.
Venkat ran his tongue up and down the length of her cunt, flicked her clitoris repeatedly and twisted his finger this way and that inside her frantically convulsing cunt. Her cries rose in pitch and volume. She soared up to the brink of a violent orgasm, gasping and crying out.
Timing it to perfection, Venkat stopped, sliding his finger out of her slit, lifting his head. Shanti gasped in dismay and shock, moaning angrily.
"For god's sake, Venkat! Don't stop! Not now!"
He chuckled and rose, denying her. Shanti moaned, her body sinking back onto the glass top, her fingers working her breasts and cunt feverishly.
Quickly, Venkat turned and straddled her face. She groaned, opening her mouth gratefully, and took his cock deep into her mouth.
Venkat grunted in pleasure and, bending over her body, pushed his face into her crotch again. Her breasts were hot and fleshy against his thighs; her jewelry rasped sexily between their bodies. Shanti groaned deep in her cock-filled throat as he lapped gently at her flowing cunt-juices again.
She sucked his cock slowly and deeply. His buttocks bobbed and rocked up and down over her face. His cock glistened as it ground in and out of her luscious lips.
Her teeth scbangd delicately over his shaft. He flicked her clitoris delicately with his tongue and fingertip. She groaned, her hips writhing under his face, and ran her tongue around his cock-head, sucking it insistently, scbanging her teeth along the hard shaft.
They writhed together on the coffee-table,evouring each other, prolonging the pleasure.
When he stopped again, Shanti felt like a bubbling cauldron of lust and desire. Venkat rolled smoothly off her body and quickly returned to the other end of the table, kneeling between her spread thighs.
Shanti moaned softly, her bejeweled fingers pulling her cunt-lips open, moving the gold chain aside.
"C'mon ... shove it in, Venkat ... fuck my slit ... fuck me hard, lover! I want your cock in my cunt!"
Her soft words, guttural in tone and dripping desire, aroused him intensely. His eyes lingered on her spread-eagled body, wantonly offered for his pleasure. Her chest heaved with excitement. Her breasts were squeezed between her outstretched arms, luscious and tempting. Her jeweled fingers clawed her cunt-lips open, revealing the moist flesh within.
His penis filled her mouth and distended her face. Shanti kept working the cock-head cunningly and deftly, probing the long slit
in its tip with her tongue. Venkat gasped his joy.
"Mm ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Yes! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes ... do it, Shanti darling ... suck me! Suck my prick, bitch ... suck it hard, fuck yes, that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"
She sucked his cock harder and faster, her head rocking rapidly back and forth between his thighs. The Iyengar stud gasped and moaned, his body shaking and trembling, his hips rocking and jerking to and fro. The fires in his loins grew and spread, threatening to burst forth any minute.
Sensing it, she slowed. "You can cream in my mouth," she murmured. "I like it when guys do that."
For a second, Venkat was tempted. Then he shook his head and pushed her head away. He exhaled several times rapidly and sharply, forcing himself back in control. His breathing steadied.
"Later," he muttered. "Not now. Later."
He drew her to her feet and Shanti turned around, her back to him.
He flicked open the knot in the middle of her back that held the saree cloth band. It unraveled and he drew it off slowly, scbanging it over her nipples. She shuddered and leaned back against him.
He nuzzled the nape of her neck, his hands on her breasts, caressing and lifting them, squeezing them tenderly through the blouse sexy and silky smooth. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. Turning her face, she lapped gently at one stiff nipple. He ran his hands down her hips and belly, caressed her crotch. Her hips writhed erotically, her buttocks squirming against his groin. Reaching back, she undid his undershorts. They split open and he tugged them down his legs and kicked them aside.
Her face turned and tilted to his and he kissed her slowly, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, hers responding sensuously, in like manner. Her hands behind her back, she caressed his penis tenderly. Venkat twined his fingers in her gold necklaces and fondled her breasts. Shanti shivered as the hard metal rasped over her stiff nipples. His penis throbbed between her buttocks.
"Fuck me," she murmured. "Come on Venkat, fuck me."
There was a seating arrangement of three armchairs and a sofa in a square around a low, broad, glass-topped coffee table before her. Venkat turned her around and she sank down onto the table, her hips at the edge, gasping slightly as her naked back touched the cold glass surface. She spread her legs wide and looked at him wantonly, her face radiant with excited anticipation.
Venkat smiled and knelt between her forked thighs. Slowly he removed the blouse and unstrapped the sexy new full of sweat bra and tossed them aside. The petticoat knot came off without much tussle and the panty was glistening with her juices and sweat at the same time.
He slid his hands up her body and kneaded her breasts gently.
Shanti writhed in pleasure. He squeezed the fleshy mounds together, crushing her gold necklaces between them. Gently, he caressed her belly and thighs. Her legs trembled and split wider. Bending, Venkat dragged his thick, heavy tongue over one nipple, swirling it slowly around her aureole.
Shanti gasped, arching her bejeweled fingers clenching his head.
Her nipple was stiff and hard and he whipped it rapidly with his tongue, flicking the other with his fingertip.
Shanti writhed on the glass table. Slowly, he drew her breast into his mouth and sucked it tenderly, scbanging her nipple across his gums and teeth, rubbing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
Shanti gasped and moaned her hands under her breasts, lifting them for him. He moved across her chest to the other breast, his tongue dipping into her cleavage, then climbing the heavy swell on the other side, toying with the rigid nipple. Flames of lust leaped through her body. He took some of her necklaces in his teeth, squeezed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously.
Shanti cried out, arching and writhing on the glass table as his lips and tongue and teeth and the cold metal of her jewelry scbangd across her aching nipples.
"Oh uhhh oh ma uhhh oh Venkat yes oh god yes!" she gasped.
Grinning, he released her breasts and moved lower.
His tongue rippled down her flat belly, swirled through her navel and moved lower. With the long slits inside and outside her petticoat and panties, her cunt was completely exposed. Venkat quickened in excitement as he bent lower and saw the gold chain that descended from the girdle nestling between her cunt-lips, running down the length of her crack and disappearing into the deep cleft between her buttocks.
It was an extraordinarily sexy sight. Shanti's fingers rippled down her body and she pulled her cunt-lips open for him. That excited him further, seeing her slender fingers in her crotch, the backs of her wrists webbed by the fine gold chains, the rings twinkling on her fingers.
Venkat pushed his face into her crotch and ran his tongue down her cunt. It was sopping wet. The tangy taste of her cunt-juices and their musky odour inflamed his lust.
Shanti gasped, her hips writhing, lifting, her legs spreading, her fingers pulling her cunt-lips wider still.
"Ohhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes, Venkat, c'mon, do it!"
Venkat curved his tongue into a sharp, spatular form and drove it into her wet slit. Shanti gasped and cried out, arching her back, her hands flying to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. Her hips bucked and writhed under his face.
Venkat swirled his tongue through her wet cunt, savoring her streaming cunt-juices.
Shanti gasped and moaned her pleasure.
He parted her cunt-lips wider and whipped the hard, gorged stem of her clitoris with his tongue rapidly.
Shanti hissed in pleasure, arching steeply.
Venkat slowed and, using his tongue, pushed the gold chain deeper into her slit, scbanging it delicately over her clitoris.
Shanti cried out in pleasure, her hands mauling her swollen breasts, her head flung back, jerking erotically from side to side. The feeling was exquisite; his hot breath, his thick, heavy, rough tongue, the hard rasp of the metal. Shanti's body flamed with desire.
"Ohhhhhhh uhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhh that's it! Yes! There! Oh god oh god oh god uhhhh oh yes uhhh oh ma uhh *hanh* uhhh ohhhhh!"she cried, writhing and thrashing feverishly on the glass surface.
Venkat pushed her legs wider apart. She lifted her feet and hooked them onto the armchair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table, her feet pressed to the padded armrests.
Slowly, levering herself against the heavy seating, she lifted her hips higher, off the glass surface. Her cunt-lips unfurled fully. Her buttocks were flexed taut with the tension of the osition, for she now had her hips and back in the air, her shoulders on the table.
The gold chain was crushed between her buttocks. Quickly, she pushed her hands under her hips, supporting her weight, and relaxed her buttocks.
They lobed open, unlading slowly. Her cunt was on level with his face now. Venkat chuckled and slowly ground a thick finger into her wet slit. Her cunt channel was hot and tight and, as it convulsed on his probing finger, she gasped loudly.
Venkat shoved his tongue back into her cunt, now finger-fucking and tongue-fucking her simultaneously.
"Oh uhh *hanh* uhh ohhh uhh *hanh* uhh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhhh oh ma uhh oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh! OHHHHH uhhh OHHHH!" Shanti cried.
Her face was radiant with lust, the nostrils flared, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. Her body jerked and lurched and her hips writhed and swayed and undulated in the up thrust position.
Her breasts wobbled and shook sexily with her movements.
Venkat ran his tongue up and down the length of her cunt, flicked her clitoris repeatedly and twisted his finger this way and that inside her frantically convulsing cunt. Her cries rose in pitch and volume. She soared up to the brink of a violent orgasm, gasping and crying out.
Timing it to perfection, Venkat stopped, sliding his finger out of her slit, lifting his head. Shanti gasped in dismay and shock, moaning angrily.
"For god's sake, Venkat! Don't stop! Not now!"
He chuckled and rose, denying her. Shanti moaned, her body sinking back onto the glass top, her fingers working her breasts and cunt feverishly.
Quickly, Venkat turned and straddled her face. She groaned, opening her mouth gratefully, and took his cock deep into her mouth.
Venkat grunted in pleasure and, bending over her body, pushed his face into her crotch again. Her breasts were hot and fleshy against his thighs; her jewelry rasped sexily between their bodies. Shanti groaned deep in her cock-filled throat as he lapped gently at her flowing cunt-juices again.
She sucked his cock slowly and deeply. His buttocks bobbed and rocked up and down over her face. His cock glistened as it ground in and out of her luscious lips.
Her teeth scbangd delicately over his shaft. He flicked her clitoris delicately with his tongue and fingertip. She groaned, her hips writhing under his face, and ran her tongue around his cock-head, sucking it insistently, scbanging her teeth along the hard shaft.
They writhed together on the coffee-table,evouring each other, prolonging the pleasure.
When he stopped again, Shanti felt like a bubbling cauldron of lust and desire. Venkat rolled smoothly off her body and quickly returned to the other end of the table, kneeling between her spread thighs.
Shanti moaned softly, her bejeweled fingers pulling her cunt-lips open, moving the gold chain aside.
"C'mon ... shove it in, Venkat ... fuck my slit ... fuck me hard, lover! I want your cock in my cunt!"
Her soft words, guttural in tone and dripping desire, aroused him intensely. His eyes lingered on her spread-eagled body, wantonly offered for his pleasure. Her chest heaved with excitement. Her breasts were squeezed between her outstretched arms, luscious and tempting. Her jeweled fingers clawed her cunt-lips open, revealing the moist flesh within.
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