Part -9
The first touch of Aslam's lips was gentle, a soft pressure that almost made Anjali's knees buckle. Anjali leaned back against the bamboo, as Aslam began kissing and licking Anjali's pussy. Each touch was a declaration of ownership, a silent promise of the passion to come. Aslam's beard tickled her thighs, a contrast to the velvety softness of Aslam's mouth on Anjali's most sensitive pussy. It was a strange mix of comfort and excitement that made Anjali writhe and writhe with pleasure.
Aslam's mouth became more insistent, his tongue delving deep into Anjali's pussy, licking and sucking as if Aslam hadn't tasted something so sweet for years. Anjali felt like she was floating, her body no longer her own. Anjali could feel the tension building up inside her, the coil tightening with each stroke of Aslam's tongue. Anjali's breathing became ragged, Anjali's moans echoed through the street as the world around them faded.
Anjali reached out, finding Aslam's hair, the soft hair tangled in her fingers as Anjali tried to pull Aslam closer to her. Aslam replied in a low voice, what more and smiled and began moving his tongue faster, his teeth nipping at Anjali's pussy with such pressure that Anjali struggled to breathe. The intercourse built like a climax, the music of the bazaar a distant backdrop to the dance of their intimate desire. Anjali could feel the heat of Aslam's breath on her, the warmth of Aslam's mouth enveloping Anjali as Aslam ate her pussy.
It seemed as if Aslam knew exactly what Anjali wanted, Aslam's actions were calculated to push Anjali to the brink of madness. Anjali's nails pierced the bamboo, the pain adding to the ecstasy of pleasure building up inside Anjali. Aslam's hands came up to hold her ass, lifting Anjali up a little as Aslam's tongue raked the inner lips of Anjali's pussy with renewed vigor. "Oh, Aslam ji," Anjali moaned, a sweet submission in her voice.
Aslam did not let up, Aslam's mouth was working Anjali with a hunger that was almost primal. Anjali felt her pussy walls clench around Aslam's tongue, desperate for release. The world outside the alley faded, until all that was left was the sound of their heavy breathing and the wetness of Aslam's mouth on Anjali's body. Anjali could feel the climax approaching, a whirlwind of sensation that was about to swallow Anjali whole.
With one final, feverish lick, Anjali's body separated from the bamboo, a writhing scream tore through Anjali's throat as the orgasm ripped through her. Anjali's legs began to tremble, and Anjali felt a warm flood of wetness as Anjali's juices flowed down onto Aslam's chin. Anjali moaned oohhh aassalam, Aslam did not stop, his tongue swirling and licking while Anjali rode the wave of pleasure. It was like nothing Anjali had ever experienced before, a raw and primitive release that made Anjali see stars.
When Anjali's jolts subsided, Anjali looked up at Aslam, Aslam's face smeared with Anjali's essence, his eyes dark with hunger. Anjali felt a thrill at how much power she held over this older man, the way Aslam wanted Anjali so desperately. "My turn," Anjali whispered, her voice a seductive purr. Aslam straightened up, a knowing smile playing on his lips as Aslam undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. Aslam's cock sprang free, thick and proud, veins throbbing with desire.
Aslam came closer, positioning himself so that the tip of his penis was hovering just above Anjali's lips. Aslam held his penis firmly, the sound of Aslam's hand wrapping around it a declaration of intent. Aslam pushed his penis on Anjali's face and Anjali's eyes widened, the sensation was shocking and exciting at the same time. Aslam colored Anjali with his excitement and Anjali felt wetness on her cheeks.
Aslam's scent was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and musk that signaled Aslam's desire. Anjali's tongue darted out and caught a drop of precum on the tip. The salty pungency made Anjali's mouth water and she found herself eagerly awaiting Aslam's next move. Aslam watched Anjali with his eyes wide open, the intensity of Aslam's gaze made Anjali's stomach churn with excitement.
"Good girl," Aslam murmured, caressing Anjali's cheek hard with his hand. "Now wet it for me, just like you want it so my cock slides easily into that tight, little pussy of yours." Aslam's voice was a husky command that sent a shiver down Anjali's stomach.
Anjali said your cock in my pussy and anything else easily, Aslam said Anjali just wait and see how I do it my slut it's my job hahaha, Anjali stared at Aslam, Anjali needed no further encouragement. Anjali wrapped her lips around the head of Aslam's cock, Anjali's tongue swirling around the tip. Anjali felt the thump of Aslam's pulse in his cock, the heat of Aslam's arousal, and Anjali relished the power she had over this man, despite their age and social differences.
Aslam's hand was tangled in Anjali's hair, guiding her movements as Anjali took Aslam's cock into her mouth. The two were looking at each other, Aslam's expressions becoming more intense with each stroke. Aslam's cock was getting slick with Anjali's saliva, veins bulging with each stroke. Anjali felt the tip of her tongue touch the hole in his penis, the salty taste of Aslam's penis making Anjali moan around his cock. It was a sound that turned Aslam on even more, Aslam's hand tightening in Anjali's hair as he pushed even deeper.
"Take more," Aslam said huskily, his voice a rasping command that sent thrills through her. Anjali obeyed, Aslam's mouth filling her completely, Aslam's testicles pressing against her chin. Anjali felt the head of Aslam's cock hit the back of her throat, and she choked a little, tears rolling down her cheeks. But the pain only increased her excitement.
For a long while, Aslam stayed put, his cock buried in Anjali's throat, Aslam's eyes glued to Anjali. Anjali's hands grabbed the fabric of his trousers. She held on to him with all her might, even as Anjali fought the urge to pull herself away. But she didn't. Instead, Anjali relaxed her muscles, letting Aslam take all he wanted from Anjali. It was as if Anjali had no control, as if Aslam commanded Anjali's body.
"You want to fuck me like this?" Anjali choked, her voice barely audible around Aslam's length. Aslam choked, voice low and deep, his eyes shining with a wicked light. "If this is what you need to keep coming back for more," Aslam murmured, "then so be it." Aslam began to pull his cock out, Aslam's grip on Anjali's hair loosening slightly. Anjali breathed in deeply, feeling the cool air of the street on her wet skin.
Aslam stroked Anjali's hair gently, his cock still hard against her cheek. "You are so eager to please me," Aslam said, his voice a gentle purr. "But don't worry, I will definitely give you what you want in return." Anjali's heart was beating fast at his words, Anjali's pussy was contracting in anticipation. Anjali knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of it was too much to resist.
The first touch of Aslam's lips was gentle, a soft pressure that almost made Anjali's knees buckle. Anjali leaned back against the bamboo, as Aslam began kissing and licking Anjali's pussy. Each touch was a declaration of ownership, a silent promise of the passion to come. Aslam's beard tickled her thighs, a contrast to the velvety softness of Aslam's mouth on Anjali's most sensitive pussy. It was a strange mix of comfort and excitement that made Anjali writhe and writhe with pleasure.
Aslam's mouth became more insistent, his tongue delving deep into Anjali's pussy, licking and sucking as if Aslam hadn't tasted something so sweet for years. Anjali felt like she was floating, her body no longer her own. Anjali could feel the tension building up inside her, the coil tightening with each stroke of Aslam's tongue. Anjali's breathing became ragged, Anjali's moans echoed through the street as the world around them faded.
Anjali reached out, finding Aslam's hair, the soft hair tangled in her fingers as Anjali tried to pull Aslam closer to her. Aslam replied in a low voice, what more and smiled and began moving his tongue faster, his teeth nipping at Anjali's pussy with such pressure that Anjali struggled to breathe. The intercourse built like a climax, the music of the bazaar a distant backdrop to the dance of their intimate desire. Anjali could feel the heat of Aslam's breath on her, the warmth of Aslam's mouth enveloping Anjali as Aslam ate her pussy.
It seemed as if Aslam knew exactly what Anjali wanted, Aslam's actions were calculated to push Anjali to the brink of madness. Anjali's nails pierced the bamboo, the pain adding to the ecstasy of pleasure building up inside Anjali. Aslam's hands came up to hold her ass, lifting Anjali up a little as Aslam's tongue raked the inner lips of Anjali's pussy with renewed vigor. "Oh, Aslam ji," Anjali moaned, a sweet submission in her voice.
Aslam did not let up, Aslam's mouth was working Anjali with a hunger that was almost primal. Anjali felt her pussy walls clench around Aslam's tongue, desperate for release. The world outside the alley faded, until all that was left was the sound of their heavy breathing and the wetness of Aslam's mouth on Anjali's body. Anjali could feel the climax approaching, a whirlwind of sensation that was about to swallow Anjali whole.
With one final, feverish lick, Anjali's body separated from the bamboo, a writhing scream tore through Anjali's throat as the orgasm ripped through her. Anjali's legs began to tremble, and Anjali felt a warm flood of wetness as Anjali's juices flowed down onto Aslam's chin. Anjali moaned oohhh aassalam, Aslam did not stop, his tongue swirling and licking while Anjali rode the wave of pleasure. It was like nothing Anjali had ever experienced before, a raw and primitive release that made Anjali see stars.
When Anjali's jolts subsided, Anjali looked up at Aslam, Aslam's face smeared with Anjali's essence, his eyes dark with hunger. Anjali felt a thrill at how much power she held over this older man, the way Aslam wanted Anjali so desperately. "My turn," Anjali whispered, her voice a seductive purr. Aslam straightened up, a knowing smile playing on his lips as Aslam undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. Aslam's cock sprang free, thick and proud, veins throbbing with desire.
Aslam came closer, positioning himself so that the tip of his penis was hovering just above Anjali's lips. Aslam held his penis firmly, the sound of Aslam's hand wrapping around it a declaration of intent. Aslam pushed his penis on Anjali's face and Anjali's eyes widened, the sensation was shocking and exciting at the same time. Aslam colored Anjali with his excitement and Anjali felt wetness on her cheeks.
Aslam's scent was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and musk that signaled Aslam's desire. Anjali's tongue darted out and caught a drop of precum on the tip. The salty pungency made Anjali's mouth water and she found herself eagerly awaiting Aslam's next move. Aslam watched Anjali with his eyes wide open, the intensity of Aslam's gaze made Anjali's stomach churn with excitement.
"Good girl," Aslam murmured, caressing Anjali's cheek hard with his hand. "Now wet it for me, just like you want it so my cock slides easily into that tight, little pussy of yours." Aslam's voice was a husky command that sent a shiver down Anjali's stomach.
Anjali said your cock in my pussy and anything else easily, Aslam said Anjali just wait and see how I do it my slut it's my job hahaha, Anjali stared at Aslam, Anjali needed no further encouragement. Anjali wrapped her lips around the head of Aslam's cock, Anjali's tongue swirling around the tip. Anjali felt the thump of Aslam's pulse in his cock, the heat of Aslam's arousal, and Anjali relished the power she had over this man, despite their age and social differences.
Aslam's hand was tangled in Anjali's hair, guiding her movements as Anjali took Aslam's cock into her mouth. The two were looking at each other, Aslam's expressions becoming more intense with each stroke. Aslam's cock was getting slick with Anjali's saliva, veins bulging with each stroke. Anjali felt the tip of her tongue touch the hole in his penis, the salty taste of Aslam's penis making Anjali moan around his cock. It was a sound that turned Aslam on even more, Aslam's hand tightening in Anjali's hair as he pushed even deeper.
"Take more," Aslam said huskily, his voice a rasping command that sent thrills through her. Anjali obeyed, Aslam's mouth filling her completely, Aslam's testicles pressing against her chin. Anjali felt the head of Aslam's cock hit the back of her throat, and she choked a little, tears rolling down her cheeks. But the pain only increased her excitement.
For a long while, Aslam stayed put, his cock buried in Anjali's throat, Aslam's eyes glued to Anjali. Anjali's hands grabbed the fabric of his trousers. She held on to him with all her might, even as Anjali fought the urge to pull herself away. But she didn't. Instead, Anjali relaxed her muscles, letting Aslam take all he wanted from Anjali. It was as if Anjali had no control, as if Aslam commanded Anjali's body.
"You want to fuck me like this?" Anjali choked, her voice barely audible around Aslam's length. Aslam choked, voice low and deep, his eyes shining with a wicked light. "If this is what you need to keep coming back for more," Aslam murmured, "then so be it." Aslam began to pull his cock out, Aslam's grip on Anjali's hair loosening slightly. Anjali breathed in deeply, feeling the cool air of the street on her wet skin.
Aslam stroked Anjali's hair gently, his cock still hard against her cheek. "You are so eager to please me," Aslam said, his voice a gentle purr. "But don't worry, I will definitely give you what you want in return." Anjali's heart was beating fast at his words, Anjali's pussy was contracting in anticipation. Anjali knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of it was too much to resist.
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