18-11-2020, 04:27 PM
Junaid- “kya be chutiye, sirf chumma chati karega ya fir is rundi ko chodega bhi?” (What you food, will you keep smooching this whore or will you fuck her too?)
Imran- “ruk jao mian, zara enjoy bhi toh kar lu iss dudhel rundi ko” (hold up brother, let me enjoy this buxom whore)
Junaid- “enjoy ka time nehi hai, sham hone ko hai aur kisi ne dekh liya toh problem ho jaigi” (there is no time to enjoy, its getting dark and if someone sees, it will create a problem)
Imran- “theek hai mian, ek kaam karo tum iss rundi ke ghar tak le chao, iske hi bedroom me fursat se chodunga iss rundi ko” (ok brother, do one thing, take us to he house, I will fuck her on her own bed).
Saying that Junaid started the car and proceeded to driving towards her house which was only about 20mins away, Jyoti was totally ignorant of the conversation because she was getting mauled and whored laying flat on the back seat. Note- If you’re ever lucky to be with a hot girl who has been fucked by a few people the worst thing you can do is jump right into the action, because all fucking is the same, the only thing women enjoy is “how you make them feel” that is the quality and duration of the foreplay, and whether you do anything innovative also. Remember women are emotional creatures, you win their hearts, you win their pussy, and that pussy will be yours forever, and when she tells her friends about your capabilities or her friends come to know her liason with you, you will have several more pussies to enjoy.
Anyways, back to the story. Jyoti was now cooperating fully with Imran’s moves, her pussy was on fire and leaking like a waterfall, she was actively kissing the dirty driver while she put one hand on his head and grabbed his hair to push him forward and with the other hand grabbed his ass and was guiding his thrusts where he was dry humping Jyoti and his cock was mashing her sloppy pussy over her panties. A big wet patch had formed on her pants and soaked onto Imran’s underwear as he was giving more vigorous thrusts on he pussy. Imran than slyly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra from behind without her knowing so that it was only held up by its cups on her milk tankers, then he went further south and began kissing her throat, her chest, her tummy, taking care to insert his tongue in her navel and began to fuck her that way making her squirm in pleasure, then he went south further, his hands still trailing under her, feeling her lower back, until they reached in contact with her panties, then he began to kiss her inner thighs and take small love bites until she instinctively opened them to give him easy access, now all that stood between Imran and her aristocratic pussy was a thin fabric, since it was wetted he could roughly make out the outlines of her pussy lips.
Imran put both his thumbs underneath the elastic of her panties on either side of her panties and gave a massive yank so that it tore from both sides and he tossed it like a useless rag on the front seat. Jyoti first realized that she was shamed when she felt a sudden cold draft of the AC on her inner most sensitive regions, she instinctively tried to slam her legs shut but Imran had anticipated it and beforehand thrust his head inbetween her thunder thighs and her thighs slammed on both sides of his ears, Imran almost fainted from the sudden impact, but was revived by the sweet rose like aroma of her womanhood.
He saw the promised land, it was like a flower with delicate petals enclosing a rosy pink tunnel, leading to her womb. Imran closed his eyes and darted his tongue towards her most sensitive part. Jyoti closed her eyes shut and arched her back hard as she felt Imran’s rough raspy tongue touch her most sensitive part, she didn’t realize that her bra was sabotaged by the cunning beast and hence her bra could not contain her massive milk tankers and slid down where they were promptly snatched from her hands and thrown towards the front seat to join her panties.
Now Jyoti was absolutely nude, in the glorious attire of nature and totally unprotected in front of this beast. Jyoti tired to remove Imran from between her legs by grabbing his hair and pulling it, but Imran responded by using his tongue and giving flicking “punches” to her clit, this sent Jyoti over the edge and she let go of Imran’s hair and grabbed her own boobs and sqeezed them hard, to completment and supplement the pain and pleasure she was feeling down there. Iman than used both of his hands and grabbed her ankles and pried open her legs to expose her womanhood even more and he began to run his tongue up and own her snatch making sure to flick her clit and making circles around her clit like tuning the dial on a radio.
Jyoti was squirming like a malaria patient and her sweat was making her entire body shine like she was oiled. She was thrashing her legs and arching her back and throwing her head from side to side with her hair getting all disheveled. She came several times and flooded the seats with her juices which collected as a big wet patch. Imran now parted her legs as wide as it would go, both her legs were resting on the headrests of the front two seats while Imran was sitting on the floor and feasting on her aristocratic pussy. Taking time to talk to, romance, and smooch her pussy. Many times Jyoti’s eyes were almost popped out when he gently bit on her delicate pussy lips or clit or her eye balls turned behind her head when he grinded his raspy tongue on her clit in a sustained fashion. Her entire body was covered in sweat, with sweat from her throat and chest flowing inbetween the valley of her milk tankers and collecting in the pool of her navel.
Now Jyoti didn’t realize but in between this molestation they had already reached her house where the car stopped on the other side of the street in front of her Kothi (mansion). In reaching the house Junaid told Imran, “pahuch gaye be rundi ke ghar” (we’ve reached the whore’s home). Imran now panting and covered in sweat and Jyoti’s love juices parted from her pussy and grabbed her discarded bra and panties and wiped his face, chest and belly from the sweat and dirt, leaving a dark stain on the pristine cloth and again tossing it out of the window. Jyoti came to her sense and realized that there were now parked in front of her house. She got up and sat on the seat and looked in confusion and horror at what they wanted next.
Junaid- “kya dekh rahi hai be rundi, tera hi ghar hai” (what are you looking at whore, it’s your own house)
Imran- Opened the door on her side, careful not to expose himself and said, “chal Sali chinaal nikal aur jaldi se tere bedroom me jaakar tange failake leti reh” (get out stupid whore, and go to your bedroom and lie down with both legs spread out).
Jyoti- Absolutely petrified and scared- “par par par mere kapde, main aise nehi jaa sakti, main yaha rehti hu, please, sab mujhe dekh lenge, papa bhi ghar pe honge” (but but but my clothes, I can’t go out there like this, this is where I live, everyone knows me, my dad will be home)
Junaid- Jaati hai ya fir horn bajau aur pure mohalle ko tera yeh nangapan dikhau? “Are you going or shall I sound the horn and draw attention of everyone?”
Jyoti- “please aisa mat karo, main tum dono se sath sex kar lungi, full cooperate karungi bas mere kapde lauta do” (please don’t do this, I will cooperate fully and have sex with both of you, please return my clothes)
Junaid- “woh toh tu karegi hi, par abhi bahar nikal aur ready ho jaa chotte mian ka lund lene ke liye” (that you will do certainly, but for now get out and get ready to take my little brother’s cock) Saying that Junaid gave a little tap to the horn which sounded like “Bep!”
Jyoti became scared and quickly leaned forward to remove Junaid’s hand from the horn, in the process touched her naked knew that there was no reasoning with these guys, it’s only better that she did what she was told, hence she opened the door of the car, quickly peeped left and right to see if there was anyone there, mentally measured the 30m or so to her front door, then she took a deep breath, covered her boobs and pussy with one hand each and ran for the door as fast as she could. Imran and Junaid were laughing their asses off watching her thunder thighs and giant ass bounce up and down, and while she only had about 15m left to the front door they began to sound the horn of the car “BEEEEPPPPP BEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!” hearing the horn, Jyoti became more desperate and forgot about covering her boobs and pussy and just began to run normally, if someone was standing in front of her they could have seen her massive milk tankers bouncing up and down to the tunes of her footsteps as she ran awkwardly into the front door, opened the door ran inside and forgot to close the door….
Junaid- Lagta hai rundi darwaza band karna bhool gayi, hahaha (looks like the whore forgot to close the door)
Imran- koi nehi hum band kar dete hai (no problem, we will go and close it)
Saying that both the men parked the car and coolly walked inside the house…
Imran- “ruk jao mian, zara enjoy bhi toh kar lu iss dudhel rundi ko” (hold up brother, let me enjoy this buxom whore)
Junaid- “enjoy ka time nehi hai, sham hone ko hai aur kisi ne dekh liya toh problem ho jaigi” (there is no time to enjoy, its getting dark and if someone sees, it will create a problem)
Imran- “theek hai mian, ek kaam karo tum iss rundi ke ghar tak le chao, iske hi bedroom me fursat se chodunga iss rundi ko” (ok brother, do one thing, take us to he house, I will fuck her on her own bed).
Saying that Junaid started the car and proceeded to driving towards her house which was only about 20mins away, Jyoti was totally ignorant of the conversation because she was getting mauled and whored laying flat on the back seat. Note- If you’re ever lucky to be with a hot girl who has been fucked by a few people the worst thing you can do is jump right into the action, because all fucking is the same, the only thing women enjoy is “how you make them feel” that is the quality and duration of the foreplay, and whether you do anything innovative also. Remember women are emotional creatures, you win their hearts, you win their pussy, and that pussy will be yours forever, and when she tells her friends about your capabilities or her friends come to know her liason with you, you will have several more pussies to enjoy.
Anyways, back to the story. Jyoti was now cooperating fully with Imran’s moves, her pussy was on fire and leaking like a waterfall, she was actively kissing the dirty driver while she put one hand on his head and grabbed his hair to push him forward and with the other hand grabbed his ass and was guiding his thrusts where he was dry humping Jyoti and his cock was mashing her sloppy pussy over her panties. A big wet patch had formed on her pants and soaked onto Imran’s underwear as he was giving more vigorous thrusts on he pussy. Imran than slyly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra from behind without her knowing so that it was only held up by its cups on her milk tankers, then he went further south and began kissing her throat, her chest, her tummy, taking care to insert his tongue in her navel and began to fuck her that way making her squirm in pleasure, then he went south further, his hands still trailing under her, feeling her lower back, until they reached in contact with her panties, then he began to kiss her inner thighs and take small love bites until she instinctively opened them to give him easy access, now all that stood between Imran and her aristocratic pussy was a thin fabric, since it was wetted he could roughly make out the outlines of her pussy lips.
Imran put both his thumbs underneath the elastic of her panties on either side of her panties and gave a massive yank so that it tore from both sides and he tossed it like a useless rag on the front seat. Jyoti first realized that she was shamed when she felt a sudden cold draft of the AC on her inner most sensitive regions, she instinctively tried to slam her legs shut but Imran had anticipated it and beforehand thrust his head inbetween her thunder thighs and her thighs slammed on both sides of his ears, Imran almost fainted from the sudden impact, but was revived by the sweet rose like aroma of her womanhood.
He saw the promised land, it was like a flower with delicate petals enclosing a rosy pink tunnel, leading to her womb. Imran closed his eyes and darted his tongue towards her most sensitive part. Jyoti closed her eyes shut and arched her back hard as she felt Imran’s rough raspy tongue touch her most sensitive part, she didn’t realize that her bra was sabotaged by the cunning beast and hence her bra could not contain her massive milk tankers and slid down where they were promptly snatched from her hands and thrown towards the front seat to join her panties.
Now Jyoti was absolutely nude, in the glorious attire of nature and totally unprotected in front of this beast. Jyoti tired to remove Imran from between her legs by grabbing his hair and pulling it, but Imran responded by using his tongue and giving flicking “punches” to her clit, this sent Jyoti over the edge and she let go of Imran’s hair and grabbed her own boobs and sqeezed them hard, to completment and supplement the pain and pleasure she was feeling down there. Iman than used both of his hands and grabbed her ankles and pried open her legs to expose her womanhood even more and he began to run his tongue up and own her snatch making sure to flick her clit and making circles around her clit like tuning the dial on a radio.
Jyoti was squirming like a malaria patient and her sweat was making her entire body shine like she was oiled. She was thrashing her legs and arching her back and throwing her head from side to side with her hair getting all disheveled. She came several times and flooded the seats with her juices which collected as a big wet patch. Imran now parted her legs as wide as it would go, both her legs were resting on the headrests of the front two seats while Imran was sitting on the floor and feasting on her aristocratic pussy. Taking time to talk to, romance, and smooch her pussy. Many times Jyoti’s eyes were almost popped out when he gently bit on her delicate pussy lips or clit or her eye balls turned behind her head when he grinded his raspy tongue on her clit in a sustained fashion. Her entire body was covered in sweat, with sweat from her throat and chest flowing inbetween the valley of her milk tankers and collecting in the pool of her navel.
Now Jyoti didn’t realize but in between this molestation they had already reached her house where the car stopped on the other side of the street in front of her Kothi (mansion). In reaching the house Junaid told Imran, “pahuch gaye be rundi ke ghar” (we’ve reached the whore’s home). Imran now panting and covered in sweat and Jyoti’s love juices parted from her pussy and grabbed her discarded bra and panties and wiped his face, chest and belly from the sweat and dirt, leaving a dark stain on the pristine cloth and again tossing it out of the window. Jyoti came to her sense and realized that there were now parked in front of her house. She got up and sat on the seat and looked in confusion and horror at what they wanted next.
Junaid- “kya dekh rahi hai be rundi, tera hi ghar hai” (what are you looking at whore, it’s your own house)
Imran- Opened the door on her side, careful not to expose himself and said, “chal Sali chinaal nikal aur jaldi se tere bedroom me jaakar tange failake leti reh” (get out stupid whore, and go to your bedroom and lie down with both legs spread out).
Jyoti- Absolutely petrified and scared- “par par par mere kapde, main aise nehi jaa sakti, main yaha rehti hu, please, sab mujhe dekh lenge, papa bhi ghar pe honge” (but but but my clothes, I can’t go out there like this, this is where I live, everyone knows me, my dad will be home)
Junaid- Jaati hai ya fir horn bajau aur pure mohalle ko tera yeh nangapan dikhau? “Are you going or shall I sound the horn and draw attention of everyone?”
Jyoti- “please aisa mat karo, main tum dono se sath sex kar lungi, full cooperate karungi bas mere kapde lauta do” (please don’t do this, I will cooperate fully and have sex with both of you, please return my clothes)
Junaid- “woh toh tu karegi hi, par abhi bahar nikal aur ready ho jaa chotte mian ka lund lene ke liye” (that you will do certainly, but for now get out and get ready to take my little brother’s cock) Saying that Junaid gave a little tap to the horn which sounded like “Bep!”
Jyoti became scared and quickly leaned forward to remove Junaid’s hand from the horn, in the process touched her naked knew that there was no reasoning with these guys, it’s only better that she did what she was told, hence she opened the door of the car, quickly peeped left and right to see if there was anyone there, mentally measured the 30m or so to her front door, then she took a deep breath, covered her boobs and pussy with one hand each and ran for the door as fast as she could. Imran and Junaid were laughing their asses off watching her thunder thighs and giant ass bounce up and down, and while she only had about 15m left to the front door they began to sound the horn of the car “BEEEEPPPPP BEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!” hearing the horn, Jyoti became more desperate and forgot about covering her boobs and pussy and just began to run normally, if someone was standing in front of her they could have seen her massive milk tankers bouncing up and down to the tunes of her footsteps as she ran awkwardly into the front door, opened the door ran inside and forgot to close the door….
Junaid- Lagta hai rundi darwaza band karna bhool gayi, hahaha (looks like the whore forgot to close the door)
Imran- koi nehi hum band kar dete hai (no problem, we will go and close it)
Saying that both the men parked the car and coolly walked inside the house…
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