11-01-2019, 02:34 PM
She churned her ass and rolled her belly. Her hips worked like pistons and her legs trembled violently. Ratan gave a little moan of satisfaction as he realized Shanti was coming.
His lips parted and clamped over her hairy cunt, and he sucked the cunt juice out of her pussy hungrily. He kept working on her cunt until she stopped thrashing about and, tugging gently at his head, urged him upwards.
He gave her pussy a last loving slurp, then twisted up and mounted her. She smiled up at him, happily, contentedly–yet, despite having come, her expression showed that she was still eager for his cock.
He grinned down at her, a gleam in his eyes, his lips creamy with her fuck fluids.
He braced his weight on hands and knees and his big cock loomed out over her belly. She saw the elongated shadow of his cock fall over her loins.
Then he dipped his ass and pushed in, and his prick slipped into her cunt without needing any guidance, running true as a torpedo. He pushed the tip in, and then paused, enjoying the expectation.
Her cunt lips began to pull on his cock head, keen to drag that welcome meat up her hot fuck hole. Her clit brushed his hard cock-knob. That knob flared and pulsed in the entrance to her cunt.
His ass tightened and he fed her pussy another inch, pausing again. His whole tip of the cock was bedded in her cunt now, but the long, thick cock shaft was still between them, like a big bolt fixing his balls to her crotch.
She squirmed and humped. "Put it in," she gasped. He fed her another teasing inch. "Put it all in!" she wailed. She felt his cock head spread and expand, gripped snugly by her cunt lips, pulsating and pounding. His hands moved down and cupped her under the ass. He lifted her pelvis higher. Then he slowly fucked the full length of his rampant cock meat into her cunt, going in balls-deep with that long, rippling stroke. "Ahhhh," she sighed.
Ratan held the full penetration, savoring the thrill of having every inch of his cock buried in her hot pussy and letting Shanti enjoy the pleasure of being stuffed to the brim with Cock. His balls were jammed into her crotch, hanging down against the slope of her up thrust ass, and his belly was plastered against her.
Her pussy began to work on him even before they began to fuck. She had a talented, pliable cunt. The inner muscles closed in a series of concentric rings, working up his prick from root to knob, as if she were jacking him off inside herself.
He lowered his head and sucked on a tit-tip. Shanti clamped her thighs around his haunches and locked her heels behind his ass.
She had molded her body into a fucking machine. Her thighs were hooks, her groin a cup.
She began to pump, sliding an inch or two along his rigid prick.
Ratan groaned as he felt her slippery cunt moving up and down on his cock. He took a slow stroke, fucking his cock into her as she slid her pussy down.
Shanti wound herself sinuously around on his fat cock, her ass describing a spiral and her belly grinding through a spiral curve as it pushed down.
He began to really fuck her furiously then as they fell into the rhythm together, fucking in counterpoint.
As Ratan fucked in, Shanti jammed her cunt down to meet him and as he withdrew she twisted her hips from side to side, wringing his retracting cock meat while her crotch churned around, levering her clit against his prick.
Her whole crotch was awash with foaming cunt juice. The stuff sprayed out as he fucked into her pussy, pumped out by the fat plunger of his prick, soaking his belly and balls and pouring down into the crack of her ass.
Shanti was clinging to him, riding him from below. Her arms were clasped around his neck and her legs scissor his haunches.
Her slender back was arched deeply, belly up and shoulders down. They were both grunting as they fucked their groins together.
Ratan was alternating his strokes, coming in low and with one, then hiking his trembling ass up and fucking in at a descending angle that rubbed every inch of his cock across her tingling cut as it went into her fuck hole.
Her firm, gently rounded belly whipped against him in that erotic spiral, and his cum-filled balls swung in to whack against her ass, like the clapper of a hairy bell peeling out the chimes of Carnal desire.
As he fucked faster, his cock grew fatter, expanding inside her and spreading her pliable pussy out around it. Her cunt was molded to the outline of his prick shaft and cock-knob, so that there was fluid friction through every inch.
There seemed to be a mysterious mouth somewhere in the depths of her belly, sucking on the head of his cock, a magical hand stroking up and down his prick shaft as her pussy muscles contracted.
She relaxed the grip of her thighs as he withdrew, and then tightened them, drawing him back into her hairy bowl. Her heels were locked behind his haunches, rubbing against his asshole.
"Fuck," she whimpered. Then the horny housewife began to re peat the word, saying it once each time he plunged in, as if she were describing the act, putting dialogue to the erotic ballet.
He was fucking in frantically now as his peak built higher, fucking so fast that she could not pause between the repetitions as she whimpered the word over and over again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
And she met his strokes with equal vitality. Her whole smooth body had started to vibrate. She was ready to come again, waiting for him, wanting to cream at the same instant that he poured his hot cum juice into her.
She said, "Fuck! Come!" "Yeah, yeah," he panted, almost there. "Shoot it in me, darling–fill my cunt with all that hot, thick juice! Let me feel you squirt it up me!"
Ratan gasped and wondered at her language and lust for sex. How long he had wait for this Tamil lass to spread her legs, how long he had pined for her and now here she was below him enjoying his fuck which he just imagined all these days, just fantasized. His balls burst and the sap rushed up his cock.
Shanti could feel the prick shaft ripple as the cum poured up it–and then she felt the steaming fuck lava hose her pussy. She cried out with animal passion.
Her pussy melted around his prick like a wax candle around a hard, fiery wick. Each time he fucked in to the root, he shot another thick load of sperm up her, and she responded with an equal flow of pussy juice that gushed into her fuck hole and blended with his juice.
His meaty cock was pumping the stuff out of her as it filled her cunt tunnel. Foaming and frothy, the lather of love creamed from her slot, and they both kept replacing it with more.
He shot seven or eight doses up her, the stuff jetting out as if his balls were bottomless, and Shanti felt as if her whole body and being were dissolving, magically changing into cunt-juice and pouring out of her groin.
The bed was soaking under her ass. She was slipping and sliding on a film of fuck juice as she worked out the last spasms of her climax.
At last, Ratan slowed. He halted–and then he grimaced and fucked into her a few more times, pumping out yet another geyser of cum juice. Shanti kept moving until, finally, he was drained.
His head sank down onto her cushioning tits. She held him to her tenderly.
Her cunt rippled and she moved her loins gently as she made sure that she had milked out every drop of her own orgasm. Then they snuggled together contentedly.
She looked at him and sought for an answer.
His lips parted and clamped over her hairy cunt, and he sucked the cunt juice out of her pussy hungrily. He kept working on her cunt until she stopped thrashing about and, tugging gently at his head, urged him upwards.
He gave her pussy a last loving slurp, then twisted up and mounted her. She smiled up at him, happily, contentedly–yet, despite having come, her expression showed that she was still eager for his cock.
He grinned down at her, a gleam in his eyes, his lips creamy with her fuck fluids.
He braced his weight on hands and knees and his big cock loomed out over her belly. She saw the elongated shadow of his cock fall over her loins.
Then he dipped his ass and pushed in, and his prick slipped into her cunt without needing any guidance, running true as a torpedo. He pushed the tip in, and then paused, enjoying the expectation.
Her cunt lips began to pull on his cock head, keen to drag that welcome meat up her hot fuck hole. Her clit brushed his hard cock-knob. That knob flared and pulsed in the entrance to her cunt.
His ass tightened and he fed her pussy another inch, pausing again. His whole tip of the cock was bedded in her cunt now, but the long, thick cock shaft was still between them, like a big bolt fixing his balls to her crotch.
She squirmed and humped. "Put it in," she gasped. He fed her another teasing inch. "Put it all in!" she wailed. She felt his cock head spread and expand, gripped snugly by her cunt lips, pulsating and pounding. His hands moved down and cupped her under the ass. He lifted her pelvis higher. Then he slowly fucked the full length of his rampant cock meat into her cunt, going in balls-deep with that long, rippling stroke. "Ahhhh," she sighed.
Ratan held the full penetration, savoring the thrill of having every inch of his cock buried in her hot pussy and letting Shanti enjoy the pleasure of being stuffed to the brim with Cock. His balls were jammed into her crotch, hanging down against the slope of her up thrust ass, and his belly was plastered against her.
Her pussy began to work on him even before they began to fuck. She had a talented, pliable cunt. The inner muscles closed in a series of concentric rings, working up his prick from root to knob, as if she were jacking him off inside herself.
He lowered his head and sucked on a tit-tip. Shanti clamped her thighs around his haunches and locked her heels behind his ass.
She had molded her body into a fucking machine. Her thighs were hooks, her groin a cup.
She began to pump, sliding an inch or two along his rigid prick.
Ratan groaned as he felt her slippery cunt moving up and down on his cock. He took a slow stroke, fucking his cock into her as she slid her pussy down.
Shanti wound herself sinuously around on his fat cock, her ass describing a spiral and her belly grinding through a spiral curve as it pushed down.
He began to really fuck her furiously then as they fell into the rhythm together, fucking in counterpoint.
As Ratan fucked in, Shanti jammed her cunt down to meet him and as he withdrew she twisted her hips from side to side, wringing his retracting cock meat while her crotch churned around, levering her clit against his prick.
Her whole crotch was awash with foaming cunt juice. The stuff sprayed out as he fucked into her pussy, pumped out by the fat plunger of his prick, soaking his belly and balls and pouring down into the crack of her ass.
Shanti was clinging to him, riding him from below. Her arms were clasped around his neck and her legs scissor his haunches.
Her slender back was arched deeply, belly up and shoulders down. They were both grunting as they fucked their groins together.
Ratan was alternating his strokes, coming in low and with one, then hiking his trembling ass up and fucking in at a descending angle that rubbed every inch of his cock across her tingling cut as it went into her fuck hole.
Her firm, gently rounded belly whipped against him in that erotic spiral, and his cum-filled balls swung in to whack against her ass, like the clapper of a hairy bell peeling out the chimes of Carnal desire.
As he fucked faster, his cock grew fatter, expanding inside her and spreading her pliable pussy out around it. Her cunt was molded to the outline of his prick shaft and cock-knob, so that there was fluid friction through every inch.
There seemed to be a mysterious mouth somewhere in the depths of her belly, sucking on the head of his cock, a magical hand stroking up and down his prick shaft as her pussy muscles contracted.
She relaxed the grip of her thighs as he withdrew, and then tightened them, drawing him back into her hairy bowl. Her heels were locked behind his haunches, rubbing against his asshole.
"Fuck," she whimpered. Then the horny housewife began to re peat the word, saying it once each time he plunged in, as if she were describing the act, putting dialogue to the erotic ballet.
He was fucking in frantically now as his peak built higher, fucking so fast that she could not pause between the repetitions as she whimpered the word over and over again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
And she met his strokes with equal vitality. Her whole smooth body had started to vibrate. She was ready to come again, waiting for him, wanting to cream at the same instant that he poured his hot cum juice into her.
She said, "Fuck! Come!" "Yeah, yeah," he panted, almost there. "Shoot it in me, darling–fill my cunt with all that hot, thick juice! Let me feel you squirt it up me!"
Ratan gasped and wondered at her language and lust for sex. How long he had wait for this Tamil lass to spread her legs, how long he had pined for her and now here she was below him enjoying his fuck which he just imagined all these days, just fantasized. His balls burst and the sap rushed up his cock.
Shanti could feel the prick shaft ripple as the cum poured up it–and then she felt the steaming fuck lava hose her pussy. She cried out with animal passion.
Her pussy melted around his prick like a wax candle around a hard, fiery wick. Each time he fucked in to the root, he shot another thick load of sperm up her, and she responded with an equal flow of pussy juice that gushed into her fuck hole and blended with his juice.
His meaty cock was pumping the stuff out of her as it filled her cunt tunnel. Foaming and frothy, the lather of love creamed from her slot, and they both kept replacing it with more.
He shot seven or eight doses up her, the stuff jetting out as if his balls were bottomless, and Shanti felt as if her whole body and being were dissolving, magically changing into cunt-juice and pouring out of her groin.
The bed was soaking under her ass. She was slipping and sliding on a film of fuck juice as she worked out the last spasms of her climax.
At last, Ratan slowed. He halted–and then he grimaced and fucked into her a few more times, pumping out yet another geyser of cum juice. Shanti kept moving until, finally, he was drained.
His head sank down onto her cushioning tits. She held him to her tenderly.
Her cunt rippled and she moved her loins gently as she made sure that she had milked out every drop of her own orgasm. Then they snuggled together contentedly.
She looked at him and sought for an answer.
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