Adultery The Three Holes of Nayanthara and the Big Black Cocks that Fucked Them (Compilation)

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The Lady Super Star Nayanthara is The Producer's Plaything: A Tale of Pleasure and Power

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Producer Sharma could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears as he waited for her to arrive. His cock throbbed in anticipation, straining against the fabric of his pants.


Nayanthara had been so captivating on set today that it was impossible not to imagine her naked. Her every movement seemed to tease him, from the way she laughed to how she moved around the set. She would bend over to pick something up and give him an eyeful of cleavage. Or laugh so hard her breasts jiggled invitingly. He couldn't get those images out of his mind now.

As the door clicked open, Producer Sharma felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. Nayanthara stepped into the room, her presence commanding and alluring. She wore a simple yet elegant sari that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her voluptuous figure. Her dark eyes sparkled with a mix of confidence and desire. "Producer Sharma," she said softly, her voice dripping with seduction.

"Nayantharaji, thank you for coming," Producer Sharma stammered, rising from his seat to greet her. She smiled coyly, "I'm glad you called me here. It's been… lonely since we wrapped up filming." She stepped closer, her hips swaying gently, the scent of her perfume filling the air between them. Her hand reached out, resting lightly on his chest. "But tonight, I don't want to be lonely anymore."

As soon as the words escaped her lips, she leaned in closer, pressing her body against his. Her breath was warm on his neck as she whispered, "Let's make this night unforgettable." Producer Sharma's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her even closer. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and it sent a shudder down his spine. His cock twitched in his pants, aching for release.

"Can I have some water?" she asked, looking up at him with a playful smile. He quickly poured her a glass and handed it to her, watching as she took a sip before placing the glass back on the table. She then turned towards him, her eyes locking onto his, and slowly began to unbutton her blouse revealing her ample cleavage, her breasts heaving slightly under the strain of her breathing.

He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Nayanthara…" he breathed, unable to form complete sentences as his mind raced with lustful thoughts. She placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "You talk too much," she murmured, her hand moving down to the bulge in his pants, rubbing gently. "Tonight is about action, not words."

Her fingers deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, pushing it aside to reveal his hairy chest. She traced patterns on his skin, teasing him with light touches that sent electric shocks through his body. Producer Sharma let out a low groan, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he tried to regain control. "Patience," she whispered, her tongue flicking out to lick his earlobe. "We have all night."

"Come, let us sit," she said, guiding him towards the bed. They sat side by side, the mattress sinking slightly under their weight. She turned to face him, her legs crossing beneath her silk sari, giving him a glimpse of her smooth, toned thighs. "Tell me, what do you think of me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Producer Sharma looked at her, taking in every detail of her beautiful face.

His gaze traveled down to her heaving breasts, the deep valley of cleavage on display, begging to be explored. "You are stunning, Nayanthara," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His fingertips lingered on her cheek, tracing the curve of her jawline. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed briefly.

"Kiss me," she whispered, leaning in closer. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss that quickly grew more passionate. Producer Sharma's arms snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Nayanthara moaned softly, her hands fisting in his hair as she kissed him back just as fervently.

She broke away from the kiss and pulled Producer Sharma even closer. He was taken aback by her urgency but responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around her waist, feeling her warmth seep into him. Nayanthara's hands roamed over his shoulders, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She nibbled at his bottom lip playfully before whispering in his ear, "Tell me what you've been dreaming about while shooting."

Producer Sharma hesitated for a moment, his voice catching in his throat. "I-I dreamt about you," he admitted, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. Nayanthara smiled wickedly, her fingers trailing down his chest to toy with the waistband of his pants. "And what exactly did you dream about?" she purred, her eyes locked onto his. Producer Sharma swallowed hard, trying to find the words.

Producer Sharma's breath hitched as Nayanthara's fingers teased the edge of his pants, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "I dreamt about your lips," he confessed, his voice husky with desire. "Your perfect body."

Nayanthara's eyes flashed with mischief as she listened to Producer Sharma's confession. She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear, and whispered, "Show me." Producer Sharma didn't need any more encouragement. His hands gripped her waist firmly, pulling her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, even through the layers of clothing separating them.

Producer Sharma's hands trembled slightly as he reached up to cup Nayanthara's face, tilting her head back gently. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. She responded immediately, parting her lips to allow his tongue access. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with increasing passion.

Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as she kissed him deeply. Producer Sharma's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips through the fabric of her sari. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hardening beneath the thin material. Nayanthara ground against him, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.

Producer Sharma's grip tightened on Nayanthara's waist as she continued to grind against him, the friction building a delicious heat between them. He groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding down to squeeze her firm ass through the silky fabric of her sari. She gasped, breaking the kiss briefly before capturing his lips once again. Her tongue darted out to taste him, exploring his mouth with eager strokes.

Nayanthara moaned quietly into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his lips. Producer Sharma felt a surge of satisfaction knowing he was pleasuring her. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive flesh. Nayanthara's head fell back, exposing more of her neck to him. Her breaths came in short gasps as she ground harder against him.

Producer Sharma's hands slid down to the hem of Nayanthara's sari, gathering the fabric in his fists. With one swift motion, he pulled it upwards, exposing her bare thighs inch by tantalizing inch. Nayanthara lifted herself up slightly to allow him better access, her movements urgent and needy. The sari bunched around her waist, leaving her lower body exposed to Producer Sharma's hungry gaze.

Suddenly, Nayanthara pushed Producer Sharma off, causing him to fall back onto the bed with a surprised grunt. She stood up, her breath ragged, and looked down at him with a smoldering gaze. "My turn," she said, her voice husky with desire. Producer Sharma watched, mesmerized, as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Her full, round breasts spilled free, her large brown nipples already hard and erect. Nayanthara placed a knee on either side of Producer Sharma's hips, straddling him once again. This time, there was no barrier between them; he could feel the heat of her pussy against his rock-hard cock, separated only by the thin fabric of his pants. She leaned forward, cupping her breasts in her hands and offering them to Producer Sharma.

As the night deepened and the air inside the bedroom thickened with unspoken tension, Nayanthara’s phone rang softly on the table. The screen lit up with a familiar name — Wikki. Her husband. Acclaimed director. The man who knew her better than anyone else… and yet, never completely. She moved away from the dim glow of the bedside lamp, the soft fabric of her saree catching the light like molten silver. Across the room, Producer Sharma’s gaze lingered — not on her face, but on the contours of her body, illuminated like a living sculpture. She picked up the phone, her voice low and intimate, barely breaking the charged silence. “Hmm… yes, love?” Wikki’s voice, warm and laced with quiet concern, crackled softly through the line.

“Nayanthara… has the shoot wrapped for the day? Are you coming home in the morning?”

A faint smile touched her lips. Her fingers, almost unconsciously, drifted to her collarbone — a familiar, soothing gesture — as she leaned against the wall, her body silhouetted in the half-light.

“I will… soon,” she whispered. “Just finishing up.”

As her voice softened into the phone, somewhere between affection and exhaustion, Producer Sharma remained still, watching. Calculating. He was a man who read silences like scripts — a master of timing, of movements made in shadows.

And now, with her attention drawn elsewhere, he sensed it — an opening.

He stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately. Not just toward her… but toward something else. Something waiting.

The air shifted around them, growing thicker, warmer. Boundaries blurred — between roles, between intentions, between the woman on the phone and the man who dared to interrupt.

Producer Sharma moved closer, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. He could see Nayanthara's profile in the dim light, her back arched slightly as she talked to Wikki, her free hand absently playing with the necklace at her throat. Her skin glowed softly, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. The sight of her was intoxicating, and Producer Sharma felt a primal urge surging through him.

Nayanthara's breath caught in her throat as she felt Producer Sharma's presence behind her. She tried to focus on Wikki's voice, but the proximity of another man was overwhelming her senses. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the musk of his cologne. Suddenly, she felt his hands on her waist, pulling her against him. She gasped into the phone, "Wikki… I'll call you back."

Nayanthara hung up the phone, her heart beating faster as Producer Sharma spun her around to face him. His eyes burned into hers, filled with a hunger that matched her own. Without a word, he reached up and untied the knot at her waist, letting the saree fall to the floor in a pool of silk. She stood before him, naked except for her panties, her body trembling with anticipation.

Producer Sharma's hands shook slightly as he reached out to take Nayanthara's phone from her grasp. She yielded it without resistance, her eyes never leaving his. He tossed the device onto the bed, his focus entirely on the goddess standing before him. Nayantara's breath hitched as Producer Sharma stepped closer, invading her personal space with a boldness that sent thrills through her body.

Producer Sharma leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "You are exquisite, Nayanthara. Every curve, every line of your body is perfection." He let his fingers trail down her arm, eliciting goosebumps along her skin. "Your beauty leaves me speechless." His other hand rested on her hip, pulling her flush against him.

"Every moment of our time together has been a dream come true," he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. "And tonight, I get to wake up in paradise." Nayanthara's breath hitched as Producer Sharma's words sent shivers down her spine. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, steady and strong. Her own heart pounded wildly, echoing the desire that coursed through her veins.

Nayanthara's hands moved to Producer Sharma's belt, swiftly undoing it and pushing his pants down. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking gently as she looked up at him. "Is this what you dreamed about?" she asked, her voice sultry. Producer Sharma groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she stroked him. "Yes," he rasped. "But the reality is so much better."

"Tell me," Nayanthara whispered, her hand still working Producer Sharma's cock. "What else did you dream about?" Producer Sharma took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto hers. "I imagined myself worshipping every inch of your body," he confessed. His hand slipped between her thighs, finding her wetness. "Making you moan my name as I tasted you here." He circled her clit, making her gasp. "Fucking you until you screamed my name."

The ringing of Nayanthara's phone shattered the intimate moment. It lay discarded on the bed, Wikki's name flashing across the screen. Producer Sharma froze, his hand still between Nayanthara's thighs, her arousal coating his fingers. Her breath hitched, torn between desire and duty. Producer Sharma withdrew his hand reluctantly, stepping back slightly. "Answer it," he said, his voice hoarse with restraint.

Nayanthara looked at the phone, then back at Producer Sharma. She bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eye. Instead of answering, she turned back to Producer Sharma and pushed him onto the bed. He landed with a thud, looking up at her in surprise. Nayanthara crawled onto the bed, straddling him, and leaned down to capture his lips in a fierce kiss.

Nayanthara broke the kiss, her lips curling into a wicked smile. She leaned down to whisper in Producer Sharma's ear, "I think we can make one of those dreams come true right now." With that, she began kissing her way down his body, lingering at his nipple to flick it with her tongue. Producer Sharma groaned, arching his back slightly.

Her kisses trailed lower, her tongue swirling around his belly button before continuing southwards. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly. His cock sprung free, standing at attention. Nayanthara smirked, looking up at Producer Sharma through her lashes. "Now, where were we?" she purred, wrapping her hand around his shaft and giving it a teasing stroke.

She lowered her head, her tongue darting out to taste the precum beading at his tip. Producer Sharma gasped, his hips jerking upward. Nayanthara took his cock fully into her mouth, her hand gripping the base tightly. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each pass. Her tongue swirled around his length, tasting every inch of him.

Producer Sharma's breath hitched as Nayanthara increased the pressure, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth. She sucked harder, creating a vacuum that pulled him deeper into her throat. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. Producer Sharma groaned loudly, his hands fisting the sheets as pleasure coursed through him. "Oh god, Nayanthara," he panted, his hips thrusting upwards involuntarily.

Nayanthara released his cock with a pop, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she saw the desperate look in Producer Sharma's eyes. She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear as she whispered, "Not so fast, my dear. I want to savor every moment." She nibbled gently on his earlobe, feeling him shudder beneath her. Her hand resumed its relentless pumping, slick with saliva and pre-cum.

Nayanthara trailed her fingers down Producer Sharma's chest, over his abdomen, and lower still. She brushed against his balls lightly, feeling their weight shift as they tightened with arousal. One finger slid further back, pressing gently against the sensitive spot between his balls and his hole. Producer Sharma gasped, his body tensing under her touch.

Nayanthara smiled at Producer Sharma's reaction, her finger continuing to apply gentle pressure. Then, without warning, she leaned down and ran her tongue lightly over his balls, causing him to jump slightly. She chuckled, her breath hot on his skin, before taking one of his balls into her mouth, suckling gently. Her finger pressed firmer against his perineum, massaging in slow, steady circles.

Producer Sharma's breath hitched as Nayanthara continued to explore his most sensitive areas, her touch both teasing and insistent. But suddenly, she paused, sitting back on her heels. With a playful glint in her eye, she pushed Producer Sharma off the bed, sending him tumbling onto the floor with a startled grunt. He looked up at her, confused and aroused. "Get up," she commanded, her voice husky with desire.

Producer Sharma quickly scrambled to his feet, his eyes never leaving Nayanthara's. She stood tall and commanding, her body bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. With deliberate slowness, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing inch after inch of her smooth, golden skin.

Producer Sharma approached Nayanthara, his steps measured and controlled despite the raging storm within him. He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of her blouse as it fell open, revealing more of her luscious curves. She stood still, allowing him to explore, her breathing shallow and rapid. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her close, their bodies pressing together.

Nayanthara pushed Producer Sharma back onto the bed, climbing atop him. She straddled his hips, grinding her wet pussy against his rock-hard cock. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as she rubbed herself against him, coating his length with her juices. Producer Sharma groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Nayanthara broke the kiss, her breath ragged. "Fuck me, Producer Sharma," she demanded.

The phone rang again, cutting through the charged atmosphere. Wikki's name flashed across the screen once more. Nayanthara hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting Producer Sharma's. Then, with a defiant sparkle in her eye, she reached down and positioned Producer Sharma's cock at her entrance. "Make me scream your name," she whispered, sinking down onto him slowly.

The phone rang insistently, Wikki's name lighting up the screen with a sense of urgency. Nayanthara ignored it, her focus entirely on Producer Sharma buried inside her. She began to ride him, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles as she adjusted to his size. Producer Sharma gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he watched her move above him. Their eyes locked, the connection intense and electric.

Nayanthara picked up the pace, riding Producer Sharma faster, her hips undulating with increasing urgency. The phone rang again, but she was lost in the rhythm of their bodies, chasing the pleasure that built with each thrust. Producer Sharma's hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements as he met her thrusts with his own. Their breaths mingled, harsh and ragged, filling the room with the sounds of their passion.

Nayanthara threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she began to moan loudly. "Oh fuck, Producer Sharma!" she cried out, her voice filled with raw desire. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room, mixing with her moans and Producer Sharma's grunts of pleasure. She rode him harder, faster, her nails digging into his chest as she chased her release. "Don't stop," she panted. "Please don't stop."

Producer Sharma's hands tightened on Nayanthara's hips, holding her steady as he slammed up into her. The sudden change in rhythm made her cry out, her body jolting with the force of his thrusts. Producer Sharma grunted, his teeth gritted as he drove himself deeper into her. "You feel so good," he growled, his voice strained with effort. He reached up, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her down to him roughly.

He stopped mid-thrust, leaving his cock buried deep inside her. "Kiss me," he commanded, his voice low and rough. Nayanthara leaned down, pressing her lips against his in a searing kiss. Producer Sharma devoured her mouth, his tongue exploring every inch as his hands gripped her ass cheeks tightly. After a few moments, he broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Ride me," he ordered, his voice barely recognizable.

Nayanthara began to move again, lifting her hips up and down, impaling herself on Producer Sharma's rigid member. They both groaned in pleasure as she found her rhythm. The phone continued to ring, persistent and loud. Producer Sharma glanced at it, his expression darkening. He reached over and grabbed the device, silencing the incessant noise. He tossed the phone aside, his focus returning to Nayanthara.

The door to the suite burst open, crashing against the wall with a bang. Nayanthara froze, her eyes wide with shock as she turned to see who had entered. Standing in the doorway was Financier Financiar Reddy, his face contorted with rage. His eyes flicked from Nayanthara to Producer Sharma and back again, taking in the scene before him. "How dare you," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "How fucking dare you betray me like this."

Nayanthara's breath hitched as she looked from Producer Sharma to Financiar Reddy, panic rising in her chest. "Financiar Reddy…" she began, her voice shaking. She started to climb off Producer Sharma, but he held her tightly in place, his grip firm and unyielding. "Stay right there," he murmured, his eyes locked onto Financiar Reddy. "Let's finish what we started."

Producer Sharma's gaze shifted to meet Financiar Reddy's, his expression steely and determined. He refused to let go of Nayanthara, keeping her impaled on his cock as he sat up straighter, putting himself between her and Financiar Reddy. "This is none of your business," Producer Sharma said, his voice calm yet firm. "Whatever arrangement you two have, it doesn't give you any rights over her." Financiar Reddy's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides.

Nayanthara, her mind racing with fear and confusion, gently extricated herself from Producer Sharma's grasp. She climbed off him, feeling the cold air hit her exposed flesh as she stood beside the bed. "Financiar Reddy," she said again, her voice pleading. "It's not what it looks like." Financiar Reddy scoffed, his eyes boring into hers. "Save your lies, Nayanthara," he snapped. "I know exactly what this is."

Nayanthara dropped to her knees, crawling towards Financiar Reddy on all fours. She could feel Producer Sharma's eyes on her, but her focus was solely on the man who held power over her career-and so much more. She reached Financiar Reddy, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Financiar Reddy, please," she whispered, placing her hands on his thighs. Slowly, she leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against his.

Financiar Reddy's hands shot out, grabbing Nayanthara by the arms and yanking her to her feet. "Don't you dare try to seduce me after this," he snarled. His eyes flicked to Producer Sharma, still seated on the bed, his cock standing proudly. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you think I would just let you fuck her like some common whore?"

Financiar Reddy's hand flew out, connecting with Nayanthara's cheek in a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, and Nayanthara stumbled back, her hand flying to her stinging cheek. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Financiar Reddy in shock and pain. "How dare you speak to me like that," he sneered. "You belong to me, do you understand? You're mine."

Nayanthara, tears streaming down her face, reached out tentatively towards Financiar Reddy. Her small hand grasped his semi-hard cock through his pants, stroking it gently. "I'm sorry, Financiar Reddy," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Please forgive me. Please…" She looked up at him with pleading eyes, her hand working to bring him to full erection.

Financiar Reddy's breath hitched as Nayanthara sank to her knees before him, her hand already working on his belt. She freed his cock, stroking it gently as she looked up at him with those pleading eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, sucking greedily. Financiar Reddy groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he held her head steady, forcing her to take him deeper.

Nayanthara's mouth worked tirelessly on Financiar Reddy's cock, her free hand reaching up to stroke his shaft in tandem with her eager suction. Her other hand gripped his thigh tightly, holding her balance as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each pass. Saliva dripped from her lips, coating his length as she sucked and licked fervently.

Financiar Reddy's grip on Nayanthara's hair tightened, his hips beginning to thrust in time with her movements. He groaned loudly, his control slipping as she sucked him off expertly. "That's it," he panted. "Take my cock, you slut." His words were harsher than usual, fueled by the anger still coursing through him. Suddenly, he pulled away from her, his cock popping out of her mouth with an audible smack.

Producer Sharma watched intently as Financiar Reddy pulled away from Nayanthara, his cock glistening with her saliva. He remained silent, his eyes fixed on the couple, waiting to see how things would unfold. Nayanthara looked up at Financiar Reddy, her expression a mix of submission and desperation. She knew better than to disobey him when he was like this.

"Please, Financiar Reddy," Nayanthara begged, her voice trembling. "Please forgive me. I'll do anything." She reached for his cock again, but he stepped back, avoiding her touch. "Anything," she repeated, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. "Just tell me what you want."

Financiar Reddy looked down at Nayanthara, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he said nothing, simply staring at her kneeling form. Then, abruptly, he cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. "Lick my shoes," he commanded. Without hesitation, Nayanthara leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the polished leather of Financiar Reddy's shoes. She could taste the dirt and dust from the day, but she didn't care.

Financiar Reddy pressed his foot down on Nayanthara's back, pushing her further onto the floor. "Clean them properly," he ordered, his voice cold. Nayanthara complied eagerly, her tongue swiping across every inch of his shoe. When she was done, he lifted his foot and placed it on her shoulder, nudging her until she lay flat on her back. "Spread your legs," he commanded. She did so immediately, exposing her glistening pussy to him.

Financiar Reddy stepped closer to Nayanthara, positioning himself between her spread thighs. He looked down at her, his expression a mixture of dominance and lust. "You want forgiveness?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Beg for it."

Financiar Reddy spat on Nayanthara, his saliva landing squarely on her exposed pussy. He rubbed his foot into her slit, smearing his spit around roughly. "Beg for it," he repeated, applying pressure to her clit with his heel. Nayanthara gasped, arching her back slightly. "Please, Financiar Reddy," she panted. "Forgive me. I need your cock. I need you to use me."

"Please, Financiar Reddy," Nayanthara pleaded, her voice desperate. "Fuck me. Fuck me and punish me at the same time. Make me yours again. I'm so sorry for cheating on you."

Financiar Reddy pushed harder with his foot, grinding it into Nayanthara's pussy. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice cruel. "Do you want to be used like a cheap whore?" She nodded frantically, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes," she gasped. "Use me however you want. Just please, don't leave me."

Nayanthara spread her legs wider, opening herself completely to Financiar Reddy. "Look at me," she whispered. "See how wet I am for you." She slid two fingers into her pussy, showing him just how ready she was. "Fuck me like this," she begged. "Punish me with your cock."

Financiar Reddy smirked down at Nayanthara, enjoying the sight of her splayed out before him. He released his grip on her chin, allowing his hand to trail down her body instead. His fingers brushed lightly over her skin, tracing patterns as they moved lower and lower. He circled her breasts, teasing her erect nipples but never touching them directly.

His fingers dipped lower, dancing across her stomach and hips. He brushed ever so lightly against her thighs, moving closer and closer to her aching pussy. "Please," Nayanthara moaned loudly, bucking her hips upwards in a desperate attempt to get more friction. Financiar Reddy chuckled darkly, finally letting his fingertips graze her slick folds.

"Pathetic," Financiar Reddy muttered, circling her clit with his thumb. "You're so desperate for my cock." Nayanthara moaned again, her body writhing under his touch. He laughed darkly, pinching her nipple hard between his fingers while he continued to rub her clit mercilessly. "Tell me how much you need it," he demanded.

"I need your cock so bad, Financiar Reddy," Nayanthara cried out. "I need you to fill me up and make me come." She arched her back, offering herself to him completely. Financiar Reddy smiled cruelly, removing his hand from her pussy and bringing it to her asshole. He pushed a finger in slowly, eliciting a gasp from Nayanthara. "That's right," he taunted. "Be a good girl and take my finger in your tight ass."

Financiar Reddy withdrew his finger from Nayanthara's asshole suddenly, causing her to whimper in protest. He raised his hand and brought it down sharply against her cheek, the sound echoing through the room. "You don't deserve to come," he sneered. "Not after what you've done." He slapped her again, harder this time, leaving a red mark on her skin.

Financiar Reddy's hand connected with Nayanthara's breast, the force sending ripples through her flesh. "Who do you belong to?" he growled, slapping her other breast. She cried out, her back arching off the floor. "You!" she screamed. "I belong to you, Financiar Reddy! Only you!" He slapped her breasts again, harder this time, leaving angry red marks on her dark skin.

"Mercy, Financiar Reddy," Nayanthara sobbed, covering her breasts with her hands. "Please have mercy on me." She curled into a fetal position, her body shaking with sobs. "I can't take anymore. Please forgive me."

Producer Sharma watched silently from the bed, his own cock throbbing with arousal as Financiar Reddy tormented Nayanthara. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving the couple. Nayanthara's tears and pleas only seemed to fuel Financiar Reddy's cruelty, making Producer Sharma wonder if there was something more going on between them than just a simple business arrangement.

Financiar Reddy paused, looking down at Nayanthara's cowering form. Her body shook with sobs, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. He took a step back, his chest heaving as he regained control of his emotions. After a moment, he extended his hand to her. "Get up," he said gruffly. Nayanthara hesitated before taking his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Financiar Reddy wiped the tears from her cheeks, his expression softening slightly.

Financiar Reddy pulled Nayanthara close, crushing her body against his. He kissed her hard, bruising her lips with the ferocity of his mouth on hers. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she surrendered completely to his embrace. Their tongues clashed together, their breaths mingling as they devoured one another.

Financiar Reddy broke the kiss, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. He grabbed Nayanthara by the hair and turned her around, bending her over the edge of the bed. He positioned himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he growled. "To be used like a slut?" With that, he slammed into her, filling her completely in one brutal thrust.

Producer Sharma's hand moved faster along his shaft as he watched Financiar Reddy take Nayanthara from behind. He could hear the wet sounds of their coupling, could see the way her body jolted with each punishing thrust. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his own orgasm as he stroked himself in time with Financiar Reddy's movements.

As Producer Sharma jerked off, his eyes narrowed with jealousy as he watched Financiar Reddy dominate Nayanthara. He had been hoping to be the one to punish her for their infidelity, and seeing Financiar Reddy take that role grated on him deeply. The producer's grip tightened around his cock, his strokes becoming more urgent as he imagined being the one to claim Nayanthara's body. He could feel his climax building, but he refused to give in yet.

"Please, Financiar Reddy," Nayanthara panted, glancing back at Producer Sharma. "Let him join us. Let him suck his cock while you fuck me." Financiar Reddy followed her gaze, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he looked at Producer Sharma. "You heard her," he said. "Come here."

Producer Sharma climbed off the bed, his cock standing proud and leaking pre-cum. He approached Nayanthara and Financiar Reddy, his eyes locked on the beautiful actress bent over before him. "Open your mouth," Producer Sharma commanded, his voice husky with desire. Nayanthara obeyed instantly, her lips parting to reveal her pink tongue.

Producer Sharma grabbed Nayanthara by the hair, pulling her head back sharply. He forced his cock into her mouth, not caring about her comfort or consent. "Suck it," he grunted, using her hair to control her movements. Tears streamed down her face as she gagged on his length, but Financiar Reddy showed no mercy, continuing to pound into her from behind.

Financiar Reddy leaned down, his breath hot on Nayanthara's ear. "Such a dirty slut," he whispered harshly. "Taking both our cocks at once." He reached around, squeezing her throat as he continued to slam into her. "Choke on his cum like a good whore."

Nayanthara moaned louder around Producer Sharma's cock, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through his body. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper as she matched his brutal pace. Financiar Reddy groaned, feeling her pussy clamp down around his shaft as she succumbed to their shared cruelty. "That's it," he growled. "Show us what a dirty slut you really are."

Producer Sharma pulled his cock from Nayanthara's mouth, saliva stretching between them. He spat on her face, watching as his spit dripped down her cheek. "You're such a filthy bitch," he sneered. "Loving every minute of this, aren't you?"

"Stop!" Nayanthara cried out in pain as Producer Sharma's spit hit her eye. "It burns! It burns!" Financiar Reddy cursed under his breath, pulling out of her and stepping back. "What the fuck did you do?" he demanded, turning to face Producer Sharma. Before Producer Sharma could respond, Nayanthara scrambled off the bed, stumbling towards the bathroom. She slammed the door shut behind her, locking it tightly. "Nayanthara!" Financiar Reddy shouted, pounding on the door.

After a few moments, the door creaked open slowly, revealing Nayanthara's naked form. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her mascara had run down her cheeks. She stood there silently, her shoulders slumped in defeat. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I know I deserve whatever punishment you want to give me."

Financiar Reddy stepped aside, allowing Producer Sharma access to Nayanthara. "Clean her up," he commanded, crossing his arms over his chest. Producer Sharma hesitated for a moment before entering the bathroom. He wetted a washcloth with warm water and gently began wiping away the remnants of Nayanthara's makeup. She winced as the cloth touched her sensitive skin, but she didn't pull away. Once her face was clean, Producer Sharma held her gaze in the mirror.

Producer Sharma cupped Nayanthara's cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her skin. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes briefly. "Better?" he asked quietly. She nodded, opening her eyes to look at him. "Thank you," she murmured. Producer Sharma studied her reflection, taking in the sight of her naked body. He trailed his fingers down her neck, over her collarbone, and between her breasts.

Nayanthara blushed deeply under Producer Sharma's touch, her cheeks flushing a dark crimson. She dropped her gaze, unable to meet his eyes any longer. "Please," she whispered. "Don't stop." Producer Sharma smirked, running his hand down her flat stomach and further still. He cupped her mound, his fingers brushing against her damp curls. "So eager," he murmured, slipping one finger between her folds.

Financiar Reddy grabbed Nayanthara by the arm, pulling her away from Producer Sharma. "Sit," he ordered, pushing her down onto the closed toilet lid. She yelped in surprise, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. He held her gaze, his expression stern. "Spread your legs," he commanded. She obeyed without hesitation, opening herself to him completely. Financiar Reddy smirked, turning to Producer Sharma. "Your turn."

Producer Sharma stepped forward, his lips crashing onto Nayanthara's. She moaned into his mouth, her arms snaking around his neck as she pulled him closer. Financiar Reddy watched them for a moment before dropping to his knees in front of Nayanthara. He grabbed her thighs roughly, spreading them even wider apart.

He broke the kiss, pushing Producer Sharma towards Nayanthara's waiting pussy. He positioned himself behind Nayanthara, grabbing her hair and forcing her head back as Producer Sharma got on his knees. Producer Sharma licked his lips as he looked at Nayanthara's glistening folds, ready to feast on her delicious nectar. He lowered his head and ran his tongue up her slit, eliciting a loud moan from Nayanthara.

Financiar Reddy tightened his grip on Nayanthara's hair, forcing her to arch her back. "You will listen to us," he growled. "And you will do everything we say." Nayanthara gasped, nodding her agreement as best she could with Financiar Reddy holding her so tightly. "Yes, sir," she breathed. Producer Sharma looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. "Good girl," he murmured before diving back into her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth.

Financiar Reddy released Nayanthara's hair and stood up, his cock bobbing obscenely in front of her face. "Open your mouth," he commanded. She complied immediately, her jaw dropping open as she looked up at him eagerly. Financiar Reddy grabbed her chin, tilting her head back further as he slid his cock into her mouth. He thrust in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried balls-deep in her throat.

Nayanthara gagged around Financiar Reddy's thick cock, her eyes watering as he held her head steady. "Breathe through your nose," he instructed coldly. "You can take all of me." He began to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her throat brutally. Saliva dripped down her chin as she struggled to breathe, her nails digging into Producer Sharma's scalp where he continued to devour her pussy.

Producer Sharma pulled away from Nayanthara's pussy, standing up and pressing his body against hers. He rubbed his cock against her slippery folds, teasing her entrance. "Is this what you want?" he whispered in her ear. "To be taken by both of us at the same time?" She moaned, nodding eagerly. Financiar Reddy pulled his cock from her throat, letting her gasp for air as Producer Sharma lined himself up with her dripping hole.

"Fuck me," Nayanthara begged, writhing between the two men. "Please, I need both of you inside me." Producer Sharma didn't waste any time, thrusting into her pussy in one smooth motion. She cried out, her body stretching to accommodate his girth. Behind her, Financiar Reddy spat on his hand and rubbed it over her tight little star, preparing her for his invasion.

Financiar Reddy massaged Nayanthara's ass cheeks roughly, his fingertips circling her puckered hole. He pressed firmly against the tight ring of muscle, feeling it give slightly beneath his touch. "Relax," he murmured, leaning down to nip at her earlobe. "Let me in."

Financiar Reddy slapped Nayanthara's ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint on her pale skin. She yelped, her body jerking forward against Producer Sharma. "Did I tell you to relax?" Financiar Reddy growled, rubbing the sore spot gently. "No, sir," she whispered. "Now push out for me."

Nayanthara pushed out obediently, feeling her asshole loosen slightly. Financiar Reddy wasted no time, pressing the tip of his cock against her tight bud. "More," she pleaded, wriggling back against him. "Give me more." He grabbed her hips, holding her still as he began to push into her. She gasped, her body resisting the intrusion as he stretched her open.

"Look at me," Producer Sharma whispered, tipping Nayanthara's chin up to meet his gaze. His hips moved slowly, drawing out of her pussy before sliding back in. "You're taking both our cocks so well." He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. "But I want you to do something for me." Nayanthara moaned softly, her eyes glazed with lust. "Anything," she breathed. Producer Sharma smiled darkly.

Financiar Reddy brought his hand down sharply on Nayanthara's other cheek, leaving another red mark on her flesh. "You'll do anything we say," he reminded her, still slowly working his cock into her ass. "Won't you?" She nodded quickly, her breath coming in short pants. "Yes, sir. Yes, I will." Producer Sharma leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Then show us how much you love being our slut," he murmured. "Cum for us."

Financiar Reddy pulled out of Nayanthara abruptly, causing her to cry out in protest. Producer Sharma stood up, his cock slick with her juices. "Turn around," he commanded, helping her stand on shaking legs. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire and confusion. He pushed her down onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her. "Arch your back," he instructed, running his hands over her sweat-slick skin.

Financiar Reddy smacked Nayanthara's ass cheek, making her jump. "Keep those tits off the floor," he ordered. She propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. Producer Sharma positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slippery folds. "Ready for round two?" he teased.

"Please," Nayanthara pleaded, looking back at Producer Sharma over her shoulder. "Fuck my pussy harder. Fuck me like the slut I am." Producer Sharma smirked, gripping her hips tightly as he slammed into her. She screamed in pleasure, her body jolting forward with each forceful thrust. Financiar Reddy knelt in front of her, his cock level with her face. "Suck it," he commanded, tapping her cheek with his length.

She opened her mouth obediently, taking Financiar Reddy's cock between her lips. He grabbed her hair, using it to hold her head in place as he began to face-fuck her roughly. Producer Sharma pulled out of Nayanthara's pussy, his cock glistening with her juices. He pressed the tip against her tight asshole, pushing into her slowly. She moaned around Financiar Reddy's cock, her body tensing as Producer Sharma stretched her open.

Financiar Reddy pulled his cock from Nayanthara's mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. "I want to hear you scream," he said, his voice low and dangerous. Producer Sharma withdrew from her ass, giving Financiar Reddy room to take his place. Nayanthara braced herself, knowing what was coming. Financiar Reddy lined up his cock with her gaping hole, spitting on it generously before pushing in.

Financiar Reddy thrust into Nayanthara's ass hard, not bothering to go slow. She screamed loudly, her body convulsing as he impaled her on his thick cock. He grunted in satisfaction, grabbing her hips tightly as he began to pound into her relentlessly. Producer Sharma stood in front of her, stroking his cock slowly as he watched the brutal display unfold.

Producer Sharma moved closer, guiding his cock back into Nayanthara's pussy. She moaned loudly, the sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming her senses. Financiar Reddy and Producer Sharma established a rhythm, taking turns thrusting into her while the other held still. The room filled with the sounds of their grunts and moans, along with the wet slapping noise of flesh meeting flesh. "Fuck," Producer Sharma groaned, his hips moving faster.

Producer Sharma grabbed Nayanthara's hips, halting Financiar Reddy's movements. "My turn," he growled, taking full control. He set a punishing pace, hammering into her pussy while Financiar Reddy remained buried in her ass. Nayanthara screamed incoherently, her body rocked back and forth between the two powerful men. She felt her orgasm building rapidly, her inner muscles clenching tightly around Producer Sharma's cock.

"Fuck my ass," Nayanthara begged, looking back at Financiar Reddy desperately. "Please, sir, fuck my ass while he fucks my cunt." Financiar Reddy needed no further encouragement, grabbing her hips tightly as he began to piston in and out of her tight channel. Their combined efforts drove Nayanthara wild, her body writhing between them as they took their pleasure from her.

Financiar Reddy pulled out of Nayanthara's ass, leaving her whimpering at the sudden emptiness. He spat on her exposed hole, watching as his saliva dripped down her crack. He gathered more saliva in his mouth, spitting on her ass again before rubbing it in with his thumb.

Nayanthara panted heavily, her body trembling with need. "More," she begged, glancing back at Financiar Reddy over her shoulder. "Please, sir, give me more cock." Financiar Reddy smirked, lining his cock up with her well-lubricated asshole. He pushed into her slowly, groaning as her tight channel gripped him like a vice. Producer Sharma picked up the pace, slamming into Nayanthara's pussy with abandon.

Nayanthara's body shook violently between the two men, their cocks filling her completely. Tears streamed down her face, but they were not tears of pain. They were tears of pure, unadulterated joy. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She had never felt so full, so used, so utterly owned. "Oh god," she sobbed, her body convulsing wildly. "It feels so good. So fucking good."

Nayanthara's moans filled the room, loud and uninhibited. "Mmmm… oh yes…" She writhed between the two men, her body slick with sweat. Producer Sharma reached around, pinching her nipples sharply, rolling them between his fingers. Financiar Reddy smacked her ass hard, leaving a bright red mark on her skin. "Louder," he demanded. "Let us hear that pretty mouth of yours."

Producer Sharma increased his pace, pounding into Nayanthara's pussy fiercely. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room, mingling with her loud moans. "That's it," Producer Sharma grunted. "Scream for us." He reached under her, finding her clit with his fingers and rubbing it roughly. "Cum for us, you dirty slut." Nayanthara threw her head back, screaming loudly as her orgasm crashed over her.

"Please," Nayanthara begged, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Let me taste your cum." She turned pleading eyes to Producer Sharma first, then to Financiar Reddy. "I want to suck your cocks clean." Financiar Reddy pulled out of her ass immediately, his cock throbbing and wet. He stood in front of her, fisting his shaft as he smeared pre-cum across her cheek. "Lick it off," he commanded.

Nayanthara stuck out her tongue, eager to obey. She swiped it across Financiar Reddy's cheek, tasting the mixture of his precum and her own ass juice. He grunted in approval, stepping closer so she could take him fully into her mouth. Meanwhile, Producer Sharma withdrew from her pussy, moving to stand beside Financiar Reddy. Nayanthara reached for his cock, wrapping her fingers around the base as she began to suck Financiar Reddy enthusiastically.

Nayanthara took Producer Sharma's cock into her mouth, swallowing him down greedily. She relaxed her throat, taking him all the way in until her nose touched his pelvis. She held him there for a moment, her eyes watering, before pulling back off with a gasp. "Fuck," Financiar Reddy groaned, his hips bucking as Nayanthara bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

Financiar Reddy tangled his fingers in Nayanthara's hair, holding her head still as he fucked her mouth. "I'm going to cum," he grunted, his hips moving faster. "Take it. Take all my cum." He came with a roar, shooting rope after rope of hot seed down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, moaning around his cock as she drank him down. When he finally pulled out, she gasped for breath, his cum dripping from her chin.

Producer Sharma tugged at Nayanthara's hair, forcing her to look up at him. "Your turn," he said, his voice rough with lust. She opened her mouth obediently, sticking out her tongue as she waited for him to feed her his cock. He slid into her waiting maw, groaning at the sight of her swollen lips wrapped around his shaft. He began to move his hips, fucking her mouth slowly as he built towards his climax.

Nayanthara released Producer Sharma's cock with a pop, turning her attention to Financiar Reddy. She kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of their combined cum with him. He growled into her mouth, his hands gripping her hair tightly as he devoured her. Behind her, Producer Sharma began to thrust into her mouth once more, his grip on her hair matching Financiar Reddy's intensity.

Producer Sharma smiled down at Nayanthara, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're such a good slut," he praised, his voice husky with lust. He slowed his thrusts, savoring the feel of her hot mouth on his cock. With her free hand, she reached out and stroked Financiar Reddy's half-hard cock, already eager for more.

Producer Sharma chuckled, his smile turning wicked. "You can't get enough, can you?" he asked, even as he quickened his pace, fucking her mouth in earnest now. He held her head still, using her oral cavity for his own pleasure. Saliva dripped down her chin as he slid his cock in and out of her willing mouth. Beside them, Financiar Reddy's cock stirred back to life, hardening rapidly under Nayanthara's skillful touch.

Producer Sharma's grip tightened in Nayantara's hair as he neared his peak. "I'm going to fill your mouth with my cum," he warned, his voice strained with effort. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading, begging him silently to use her for his pleasure. With a final grunt, he erupted, pumping jet after jet of hot semen onto her tongue. She swallowed reflexively, trying to keep up with the deluge.

Double Teamed Nayanthara swallowed eagerly, her mouth filling with Producer Sharma's warm seed. She sucked him dry, milking his cock until he pulled away gently. Cum dribbled down her chin, mixing with the saliva and precum that coated her face. Financiar Reddy watched her intently, his cock rock hard once more. He reached down, wiping the mess from her face with his thumb before sucking it clean.

Nayanthara smiled up at Financiar Reddy, her eyes shining brightly. "Thank you, sir," she purred, leaning into his touch. She licked her lips seductively, still tasting the combined flavors of both men. "What would you like to do with me next?" Producer Sharma chuckled, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "She's insatiable," he remarked, looking at Financiar Reddy. "We created a sex monster!"

[amarmenonai]

The Lady Super Star Nayanthara in Leaky Pipes, Seeping Desires: A Plumber's Seduction

Director Wikki, seated on the couch with a drink in hand, looked up from his phone as his wife Nayanthara entered the room. Her wet hair cascaded down her back, and her curvaceous body was barely concealed by the thin towel wrapped around her. The outline of her full breasts and wide hips were visible through the fabric, making Wikki's cock stir in his pants. "Honey," she said, her voice sultry and inviting.


Wikki looked up at his wife, his eyes lingering on the curves of her body. "Yes, darling?" he replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the growing bulge in his trousers. Nayanthara sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She straddled him on the couch, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his legs. The towel rode up her thighs, revealing more of her smooth, dark skin.

"Wikki, my love," Nayanthara whispered, leaning in close so her breath tickled his ear. "There's something I need you to do for me." Wikki swallowed hard, trying to focus on her words instead of the feeling of her ample breasts pressed against his chest. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I need you to call our plumber, Plumber Sulaiman," she said, running her fingers through his hair.

"Plumber Sulaiman? Why him?" Wikki asked, his voice a bit strained as Nayanthara ground her hips against his growing erection. She leaned back slightly, looking into his eyes with a mischievous smile. "He's always so thorough," she purred, emphasizing the last word with a squeeze of his thigh muscles. "And he has such strong hands." Wikki groaned softly, picturing the muscular plumber touching his wife all over.

"Honey, what does Plumber Sulaiman have to do with the leak in the bathroom sink?" Wikki asked, his brow furrowing in confusion as he tried to make sense of Nayanthara's request. He shifted uncomfortably beneath her, his cock throbbing insistently against the zipper of his pants. She laughed, a low husky sound that sent shivers down his spine.

Nayanthara slid off Wikki's lap and stood before him, letting the towel drop to the floor. She was completely naked, her dark nipples already hardened with arousal. She took Wikki's hand and placed it on her soft belly, then guided it lower until his fingertips brushed against her neatly trimmed bush. "Feel how wet I am," she whispered. Wikki moaned as his fingers found her slick folds, already soaked with desire.

Wikki groaned as his fingers slid between Nayanthara's lips, feeling her heat and wetness enveloping him. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust and confusion. "Why do you want me to call Plumber Sulaiman?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire. Nayanthara smirked, grinding herself against his hand. "Because I want him here," she said simply, her dark eyes locked onto his. "I want him to fix things…"

Nayanthara's eyes gleamed with a hunger that made Wikki's heart race. She leaned closer, her breath hot on his ear as she whispered, "Call him, Wikki. Tell him we have a… problem." Wikki nodded, unable to resist the allure of his wife's desires. He pulled out his phone and dialed Plumber Sulaiman's number, his free hand still exploring Nayanthara's dripping wet pussy.

As Wikki spoke on the phone, Nayanthara stepped back and began to strip him. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Then she unbuckled his belt and yanked down his pants, along with his boxers, freeing his rock-hard cock. It sprang up, standing straight and proud, already leaking pre-cum. Nayanthara licked her lips, eager to taste him again but she knew she couldn't wait much longer.

"Plumber Sulaiman will be here soon," Wikki rasped, his cock twitching eagerly at the sight of Nayanthara's naked body. She grinned wickedly, then sank to her knees before him. Her dark eyes met his as she took his throbbing member in hand, stroking it gently while licking her lips suggestively. "Good boy," she purred, leaning forward and flicking her tongue across the sensitive tip.

Wikki moaned softly as Nayanthara's tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from its slit. She gripped the base firmly, her fingers not quite meeting due to the thickness of his shaft. She stroked him slowly, teasing him with her touch, while her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in their sac.

Nayanthara's hand moved up and down Wikki's cock, her grip tight yet gentle. She knew just how to stroke him, using the perfect amount of pressure and speed to drive him wild. Her thumb circled the sensitive head with each upward motion, spreading the precum that seeped from his tip. She could feel his body tensing as he neared orgasm, his breath hitching in his throat. "That's it, baby," she cooed encouragingly.

"Look at how hard you are for me, Wikki," Nayanthara purred, her dark eyes sparkling with desire as she gazed up at her husband. "You know what I love about your cock?" She continued, slowly pumping her fist up and down his thick shaft, feeling it pulse with every beat of his heart. "It tastes so good."

Wikki's knees buckled as Nayanthara's words sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He slid down the couch, his back hitting the cushion as he lay sprawled before her. His cock stood tall and proud, bobbing slightly with each racing heartbeat. Nayanthara smiled wickedly, her eyes never leaving his throbbing member. She leaned in closer, her warm breath fanning across his sensitive flesh, making him shiver with anticipation.

She blew a stream of air directly onto his cockhead, causing it to jerk and twitch in response. She giggled at his reaction, clearly enjoying the power she held over him. Leaning even closer, she dragged her tongue lightly along the underside of his shaft, from root to tip. Wikki gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure coursed through him.

Nayanthara wrapped her soft, warm hand around Wikki's cock, stroking it gently as she looked into his eyes. She felt him throb against her palm, and she smiled knowingly. She knew just how to work him, how to bring him to the edge of ecstasy and keep him there, begging for release. She tightened her grip, moving her hand up and down his length with increasing speed.

Wikki's breathing grew ragged as Nayanthara's hand moved faster, her grip tightening around his cock. He could feel the familiar tension building in his balls, his orgasm approaching rapidly. "Fuck, honey," he groaned, his hips thrusting upwards to meet her strokes. "I'm gonna cum." Nayanthara smiled wickedly, her eyes locked onto his as she pumped his cock relentlessly.

"Oh fuck!" Wikki cried out, his voice echoing through the room as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. His cock pulsed violently in Nayanthara's hand, spurting ropes of hot, sticky cum onto his chest and stomach. He bucked his hips wildly, riding out the waves of pleasure that crashed over him. Nayanthara slowed her strokes, milking his cock gently as he came down from his high.

Nayanthara released Wikki's softening cock and rose to her feet, her body still thrumming with unfulfilled desire. She glanced down at her husband, seeing his chest rise and fall rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. A satisfied smirk played on her lips as she admired the mess she'd made of him-his chest and stomach glistening with sweat and cum, his hair disheveled from her fingers running through it.

"Stay here and rest, my love," Nayanthara murmured, tracing a fingertip through the sticky evidence of Wikki's orgasm. "I'll be right back." She turned and sauntered away, her hips swaying enticingly with each step. Wikki watched her go, his body still tingling from the powerful climax she had given him. He could hardly believe that this incredible woman was his wife.

As Nayanthara disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the shower turning on echoed through the house. Wikki lay back on the couch, his body spent and sated from the intense orgasm his wife had given him. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift into a state of blissful relaxation. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, the sound of a car pulling up outside snapped him back to reality.

The front door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Plumber Sulaiman stepped into the living room, his dark eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. There lay Wikki on the couch, his chest still glistening with sweat and cum, his pants pooled around his ankles, and his semi-erect cock exposed for all to see.

Wikki jolted upright, his eyes snapping open as he realized someone was in the room with him. He quickly grabbed a nearby throw pillow and held it over his groin, trying to conceal his exposed cock from the intruder. His heart raced as he looked up, coming face-to-face with Plumber Sulaiman, the muscular plumber. Plumber Sulaiman's gaze flicked briefly to the pillow covering Wikki's crotch before meeting his eyes.

Nayanthara emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out behind her. She was wrapped in a fluffy white robe, her wet hair cascading down her back in dark curls. The robe clung to her damp skin, accentuating the curves of her voluptuous body. She paused in the doorway, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Plumber Sulaiman standing there, staring at Wikki. "Plumber Sulaiman!"

"Plumber Sulaiman!" Nayanthara exclaimed, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and amusement. She sauntered into the room, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. "You're early." Plumber Sulaiman tore his gaze away from Wikki and focused on Nayanthara, his dark eyes roaming over her curvy figure. "Sorry, ma'am," he said, his voice deep and slightly husky. "I thought you needed urgent help with the pipes."

Nayanthara smiled at Plumber Sulaiman, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I do need help with something urgent," she said, biting her lip suggestively. She glanced down at Wikki, who was still clutching the pillow to his groin, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "But first, why don't you go check on those pipes?" She gestured towards the bathroom.

Nayanthara crooked her finger at Plumber Sulaiman, beckoning him closer. "Come with me," she purred, her voice laced with invitation. Plumber Sulaiman hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Wikki, who was still frozen in place on the couch. But the allure of Nayanthara proved too strong to resist. He followed her towards the bathroom, his eyes fixed on the sway of her hips beneath the thin robe.

Nayanthara pushed open the bathroom door, stepping inside with Plumber Sulaiman close behind her. The room was filled with steam, the air heavy and warm from the hot water running in the tub. She turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his as she let her robe slip slowly off her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

Plumber Sulaiman's eyes widened as Nayanthara revealed her naked body to him. Her dark nipples were already hardened with arousal, and her pussy was glistening with wetness. He swallowed hard, his own body responding instantly to the sight of her. His cock straining against his jeans. "You have such strong hands," Nayanthara murmured, reaching out to trace one of his calloused palms.

Nayanthara dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving Plumber Sulaiman's as she reached for his belt. She quickly undid his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers to reveal his thick, hard cock. She licked her lips, wrapping her hand around his shaft and giving it a slow, firm stroke. Plumber Sulaiman groaned, his hips bucking slightly at her touch. Nayanthara smiled up at him, her dark eyes shining with lust.

Wikki sat up straighter on the couch, his heart pounding in his chest as he listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. He could hear muffled voices and faint noises that sent a thrill of excitement and nervousness through him. Curiosity getting the better of him, Wikki cautiously got up from the couch, still clutching the pillow to cover his nakedness.

He tiptoed towards the bathroom, his bare feet silent on the wooden floor. Reaching the doorway, he peered inside, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Nayanthara knelt on the floor, her full lips wrapped around Plumber Sulaiman's thick cock. Plumber Sulaiman stood with his back to Wikki, his head thrown back in pleasure as Nayanthara sucked him expertly.

Wikki watched, transfixed, as Nayanthara took Plumber Sulaiman deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him greedily. One of her hands gripped the base of his cock, stroking him in time with her movements, while the other reached up to cup his heavy balls. Plumber Sulaiman's hands tangled in Nayanthara's wet hair, guiding her rhythm as she worked him expertly.

Nayanthara relaxed her jaw, taking Plumber Sulaiman even deeper into her mouth until his tip pressed against the back of her throat. She held him there for a moment before pulling back, her saliva coating his length. "Fuck, ma'am," Plumber Sulaiman groaned, looking down at her with hooded eyes. "Your mouth feels amazing." Nayanthara smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire.

Plumber Sulaiman pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside carelessly. His muscular torso gleamed with sweat, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. Nayanthara's hands roamed over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles as she continued to suck his cock eagerly. Plumber Sulaiman's hips began to move, thrusting gently into her mouth as he gave in to the pleasure. "Yes, ma'am," he grunted, his voice strained with desire.

Wikki watched intently, his own cock stirring back to life as he observed the explicit scene unfolding before him. He bit his lip, stifling a moan as Nayanthara's head bobbed up and down on Plumber Sulaiman's thick shaft, her cheeks hollowed out with suction. Plumber Sulaiman's hands clenched in her wet hair, guiding her rhythm as she took him deeper into her throat.

Plumber Sulaiman's grip on Nayanthara's hair tightened, his hips beginning to thrust more insistently into her eager mouth. "I'm gonna cum soon, ma'am," he warned, his voice low and husky. Nayanthara hummed softly in acknowledgment, doubling her efforts as she prepared to take his load. Wikki's hand moved to his own cock, stroking it slowly as he watched his wife pleasured another man.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening caught their attention. All three heads turned towards the noise, and Wikki froze mid-stroke, his hand still gripping his hard cock. In walked Assistant Plumber Akbar, the teenage boy, his muscular frame filling the doorway. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him:

Assistant Plumber Akbar's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. Nayanthara, naked and kneeling, sucking on Plumber Sulaiman's thick cock, while Wikki stood in the doorway, his hand wrapped around his own stiff erection. "Shit, sorry," Assistant Plumber Akbar stammered, his face flushing red with embarrassment. But instead of turning away, his gaze remained fixed on the erotic tableau playing out in front of him.

Wikki, despite his initial shock, found an unexpected thrill coursing through him. He glanced at Nayanthara, who was still engrossed in pleasuring Plumber Sulaiman, her eyes half-lidded with lust. She didn't seem bothered by the interruption; if anything, she seemed to enjoy having an audience. "Don't be shy," Wikki called out to Assistant Plumber Akbar, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. "Join us."

Nayanthara pulled back from Plumber Sulaiman's cock, her lips glossy with spit. She looked up at Assistant Plumber Akbar, her eyes smoldering with desire. "Come closer, sweetheart," she purred, beckoning him with a curled finger. Assistant Plumber Akbar hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, his eyes never leaving hers. As he approached, Nayanthara reached out and began to unbuckle his tool belt, letting it clatter to the floor.

Assistant Plumber Akbar kicked off his shoes and socks, and Nayanthara went to work on his pants. She tugged them down, revealing his thick, curved cock straining against his boxer briefs. She rubbed her palm over the bulge, eliciting a groan from Assistant Plumber Akbar. "You like that, baby?" Nayanthara cooed, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down slowly. Assistant Plumber Akbar's cock sprang free, hard and leaking precum.

Assistant Plumber Akbar stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside as he moved closer to Nayanthara. He looked down at her, his young face flushed with desire. "May I join you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Nayanthara smiled up at him, her dark eyes sparkling with lust. "Of course, darling," she purred, taking his cock in one hand and Plumber Sulaiman's in the other.

She stroked both cocks in tandem, her soft hands working them in sync. She leaned forward, flicking her tongue out to taste Plumber Sulaiman's tip before moving to Assistant Plumber Akbar's, lapping up the bead of precum gathered there. Alternating between the two men, Nayanthara sucked their cockheads one at a time, swirling her tongue around each sensitive ridge.

Assistant Plumber Akbar tentatively reached out, his calloused hand cupping Nayanthara's full breast. He squeezed gently, rolling her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Nayanthara moaned in approval, arching her back to press her tit further into his hand. Encouraged, Assistant Plumber Akbar pinched her nipple harder, causing Nayanthara to gasp around Plumber Sulaiman's cock.

Wikki, emboldened by the sight of his wife pleasuring two muscular men, joined the action. He approached Assistant Plumber Akbar from behind, pressing his body against the teenager's back. Wikki reached around, his hand finding its way to Assistant Plumber Akbar's flat stomach before moving lower to grasp his throbbing cock. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Wikki whispered in Assistant Plumber Akbar's ear, stroking him firmly.

Assistant Plumber Akbar nodded, his breath hitching as Wikki began to jerk him off in earnest. Wikki's smaller hand felt good on his cock, but what really drove Assistant Plumber Akbar wild was the feeling of Nayanthara's hot mouth enveloping his tip every few seconds. He looked down, watching as her full lips stretched around him, her eyes locked onto his. "Fuck, ma'am," he groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily.

Wikki released Assistant Plumber Akbar's cock and stepped back, his own member throbbing with anticipation. He wanted to watch Nayanthara suck both men while he played with himself. Nayanthara looked up at the two men flanking her, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She took Plumber Sulaiman's cock in one hand and Assistant Plumber Akbar's in the other, stroking them together as she licked her lips provocatively. "Who wants my mouth first?"

Nayanthara looked over her shoulder at Wikki, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Join us, sweetheart," she said, beckoning him closer with a curl of her finger. Wikki stepped forward, his cock jutting out proudly. Nayanthara took his length in her hand, stroking it gently as she gazed up at him. "Give me your cock," she commanded softly. Wikki obeyed, feeding his hard member into her waiting mouth.

Nayanthara took Wikki's cock into her mouth, moaning around it as she tasted his familiar saltiness. She began to bob her head, taking him deep into her throat before pulling back to swirl her tongue around his tip. Meanwhile, she continued to stroke Plumber Sulaiman and Assistant Plumber Akbar, squeezing their lengths in time with her movements on Wikki. The three men groaned in unison, their hips thrusting forward in sync.

Nayanthara's mouth felt incredible on his cock, and Wikki couldn't help but thrust deeper, fucking her throat with abandon. She gagged slightly but took him eagerly, her eyes watering as she looked up at him. With one hand still stroking Plumber Sulaiman, Nayanthara reached down to fondle Wikki's balls, rolling them gently in her palm. The sensation sent shivers down Wikki's spine, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

The three men exchanged glances, communicating silently. They wanted more than just Nayanthara's mouth; they craved her entire body. Plumber Sulaiman broke the silence, his voice husky with desire. "Let's take this to the bedroom." Nayanthara released their cocks from her mouth and hands, a sultry smile playing on her lips. She rose gracefully to her feet, her naked body glistening with sweat and anticipation.

Nayanthara turned and sashayed her way out of the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She ascended the stairs, her full ass jiggling enticingly, knowing that all three pairs of eyes were locked onto her flesh. At the top of the stairs, she paused and looked back at the men, a teasing grin on her face. "Are you coming, boys?" she asked playfully before disappearing into the master bedroom.

The men hurried after her, their cocks bobbing excitedly as they climbed the stairs. They entered the bedroom to find Nayanthara sprawled across the bed on her hands and knees, her voluptuous ass raised invitingly in the air. Her back arched seductively, accentuating the curve of her spine and the swell of her hips.

Her long black hair cascaded down her back, framing her face as she looked back at them with lust-filled eyes. "Who's going to fuck me first?" she purred, biting her lower lip suggestively. Plumber Sulaiman wasted no time, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself behind her. He grasped his thick cock and rubbed it along her slick folds, teasing her entrance before plunging deep inside her welcoming pussy.

Wikki stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes riveted to the sight of Plumber Sulaiman's thick cock disappearing into Nayanthara's dripping cunt. He watched as Plumber Sulaiman grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pump in and out of her forcefully. Nayanthara moaned loudly, pushing back against Plumber Sulaiman's thrusts, matching his rhythm eagerly. "Fuck yes!"

"Harder, Plumber Sulaiman," Nayanthara begged, glancing back at Wikki and Assistant Plumber Akbar. "Fuck me harder!" Wikki's cock twitched at her words, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he stroked himself in time with Plumber Sulaiman's thrusts. Beside him, Assistant Plumber Akbar mirrored his actions, his eyes locked onto Nayanthara's ass as it bounced against Plumber Sulaiman's pelvis. Nayanthara reached out to Assistant Plumber Akbar, crooking her finger in invitation.

Assistant Plumber Akbar stepped closer, his cock throbbing with anticipation. Nayanthara grasped his shaft firmly, guiding him towards her hungry mouth. She opened wide, taking his length into her throat with ease. Her eyes watered as she deep-throated him, her nose pressing against his pelvic bone. Behind her, Plumber Sulaiman continued to pound her pussy relentlessly, his balls slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust.

Nayanthara began to choke on Assistant Plumber Akbar's cock, her body convulsing as she struggled to breathe. Still, she refused to let go, wanting to feel him hit the back of her throat. Finally, she pulled back, gasping for air as strings of saliva connected her lips to Assistant Plumber Akbar's glistening cock. "Fuck, ma'am," Assistant Plumber Akbar groaned, his voice laced with desperation. "Your mouth feels so damn good."

Plumber Sulaiman slowed his pace, his breath ragged as he pulled out of Nayanthara's dripping pussy. His cock glistened with her juices, standing proud and erect. "Switch," he grunted, nodding at Assistant Plumber Akbar. Assistant Plumber Akbar quickly complied, moving around to position himself behind Nayanthara. He rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen lips, coating himself in her arousal before sliding into her depths.

Assistant Plumber Akbar gripped Nayanthara's hips tightly, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he began to piston in and out of her soaked cunt. He started slow, relishing the tight grip of her walls around his throbbing cock. But his restraint didn't last long. With a grunt, he picked up the pace, slamming into her with increasing force.

Nayanthara yelped in surprise as Assistant Plumber Akbar's hand connected with her ass cheek, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "Yes! Harder!" she cried out, bucking back against him eagerly. Spurred on by her reaction, Assistant Plumber Akbar rained down slap after slap on her bouncing cheeks, alternating sides and varying the intensity until her skin was pink and fiery.

"More!" Nayanthara demanded, pushing back against Assistant Plumber Akbar's thrusts. "Spank me harder, you little shit!" Assistant Plumber Akbar grinned wolfishly, giving her ass a brutal slap that left a bright red handprint on her flesh. He pounded into her relentlessly, his hips slapping against her bruised cheeks with each forceful stroke. "Fuck, ma'am," he gasped, his body tensing as he neared the edge of orgasm. "I'm gonna cum soon."

Nayanthara looked back at him, her dark eyes filled with lust and challenge. "Cum inside me," she ordered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fill my pussy with your hot seed." Assistant Plumber Akbar groaned deeply, his cock swelling even thicker within her grasping cunt. With a final series of hard, desperate thrusts, he buried himself fully inside her and held there, his body trembling as he erupted in ecstasy.

Wikki watched intently as Assistant Plumber Akbar's cock pulsed inside Nayanthara, filling her with his hot cum. He could see the younger man's muscles tense and release as he emptied himself into her willing body. When Assistant Plumber Akbar finally pulled out, his spent cock glistened with a mix of their fluids. Nayanthara collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "My turn again," Plumber Sulaiman growled, moving back behind her.

Plumber Sulaiman lined up his cock with Nayanthara's gaping hole, smearing Assistant Plumber Akbar's cum around her puffy lips. He pushed in easily, her pussy already well-lubricated and stretched open. Plumber Sulaiman set a punishing pace from the start, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with each forceful thrust. He reached under her, grabbing fistfuls of her massive tits and squeezing them roughly as he plowed into her mercilessly.

"You're so fucking wet," Plumber Sulaiman grunted, his cock driving in and out of Nayanthara's drenched pussy. He could feel her inner muscles rippling around him, massaging his length with each powerful stroke. "Your cunt loves being filled, doesn't it?" Nayanthara moaned in agreement, her body rocking back to meet his thrusts. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes glazed with lust. "Yes, yes, it does," she panted.

Wikki, unable to resist the erotic scene unfolding before him, stepped closer to the bed. Assistant Plumber Akbar, noticing Wikki's approach, dropped to his knees in front of him. Without hesitation, Assistant Plumber Akbar wrapped his lips around Wikki's aching cock, swallowing him whole. Wikki groaned loudly, his hips jerking forward as Assistant Plumber Akbar's hot mouth enveloped his length.

Plumber Sulaiman suddenly withdrew from Nayanthara, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. Before she could protest, he hooked his arms beneath her legs and flipped her onto her back effortlessly. Nayanthara squealed in surprise, her massive tits bouncing wildly as she landed on the mattress. She looked up at Plumber Sulaiman, her eyes filled with anticipation as he positioned himself between her widespread thighs.

Plumber Sulaiman pressed his advantage, driving his cock back into Nayanthara's pussy with renewed vigor. He held her legs up high, folding her nearly in half as he hammered away at her soaked cunt. Nayanthara wrapped her arms around her bent knees, pulling herself open wider for him. "Fuck me, Plumber Sulaiman," she begged, her voice breathless. "Use my pussy however you want."

Wikki's hips bucked involuntarily as Assistant Plumber Akbar deep-throated him, the sensation of his mouth working overtime making Wikki moan loudly. He glanced down to see Nayanthara staring up at him with lust-filled eyes, her body writhing beneath Plumber Sulaiman's relentless assault. "That's it, sweetie," she cooed, her voice breathy and needy. "Let that boy make you cum."

Wikki's toes curled as Assistant Plumber Akbar sucked vigorously on his cock, the younger man's head bobbing up and down furiously. Wikki tangled his fingers in Assistant Plumber Akbar's hair, holding him close as he began to fuck his face in earnest. He looked down at Nayanthara, who was panting and moaning beneath Plumber Sulaiman's powerful thrusts. Her massive tits shook with each impact, her dark nipples standing erect and begging for attention.

Wikki grunted loudly as Assistant Plumber Akbar expertly worked his magic on his cock. Feeling bold, Wikki decided to join the action fully. He guided Assistant Plumber Akbar's head back and forth, using the young man's mouth for his pleasure. "I'm going to fuck your ass," Wikki announced, pulling out of Assistant Plumber Akbar's warm mouth. Assistant Plumber Akbar looked up at him, a mixture of excitement and nervousness in his eyes.

Wikki positioned himself behind Assistant Plumber Akbar, his cock slick with saliva from Assistant Plumber Akbar's eager mouth. He pressed the head of his cock against Assistant Plumber Akbar's puckered hole, feeling the muscle relax and yield to his intrusion. "Oh fuck!" Assistant Plumber Akbar gasped, arching his back as Wikki pushed past the initial resistance and slid into his virgin ass.

"Ahhhh!" Assistant Plumber Akbar cried out, his body tensing as Wikki's cock impaled him. Nayanthara watched intently, her eyes locked on the scene unfolding beside her. Plumber Sulaiman continued to pound into her relentlessly, but her focus was drawn to the two men behind her. "Fuck his ass, Wikki," Nayanthara urged, her voice thick with desire. "Make that boy scream for mercy." Wikki needed no further encouragement.

"Plumber Sulaiman, baby," Nayanthara moaned, reaching out to touch the plumber's sweaty chest. "Fuck my ass while Wikki takes care of that cute boy." Plumber Sulaiman grinned wickedly, withdrawing his cock from her dripping pussy and positioning himself at her tight backdoor. Nayanthara reached back and spread her cheeks for him, exposing her wrinkled hole.

Plumber Sulaiman spat on his cock and rubbed it against Nayanthara's tiny asshole, loosening the tight ring of muscle. He pressed gently, feeling her give way as the head of his cock popped through the opening. "Oh god!" Nayanthara cried out, her body tensing as Plumber Sulaiman entered her slowly. She had never felt so full, so completely possessed.

He fed his thick cock into her inch by inch, stretching her tight hole obscenely wide. Nayanthara screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing as Plumber Sulaiman's fat head breached her sphincter and sank deep into her bowels. He bottomed out inside her, his balls pressed against her sopping pussy. "Holy fuck," Nayanthara groaned, her knuckles white as she gripped the sheets tightly.

Plumber Sulaiman gave her a moment to adjust, savoring the intense heat enveloping his cock. Then, with a low grunt, he began to move. He pulled back slowly, dragging his length through her clenched passage, then thrust forward sharply, burying himself fully once more.

Nayanthara wailed in pleasure, her body jerking wildly as Plumber Sulaiman established a steady rhythm, pounding into her ass with increasing fervor. The room filled with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by moans, groans, and cries of ecstasy. Next to them, Wikki fucked Assistant Plumber Akbar's ass with equal enthusiasm, his hips snapping forward as he drove his cock deep into the young man's virginal hole.

"You're so tight," Plumber Sulaiman groaned, his voice strained with exertion. "So fucking tight." He reached underneath Nayanthara, groping for her massive tits as he pounded her ass relentlessly. He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, pinching her dark nipples roughly between his fingers. Nayanthara arched her back, pushing her chest up into his hands as she reveled in the sensations coursing through her body.

"Harder, Plumber Sulaiman," Nayanthara panted. "Fuck my ass harder." She reached back, grabbing a handful of his muscular buttock and urging him on. "Give it to me like you mean it." Plumber Sulaiman obliged, picking up the pace as he slammed into her with renewed vigor. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, threatening to collapse under the force of their coupling.

Wikki grunted, his hips moving faster as he plunged deeper into Assistant Plumber Akbar's mouth. Assistant Plumber Akbar gagged again, but Wikki did not let up; instead, he increased the tempo, fucking Assistant Plumber Akbar's face with unbridled ferocity. Saliva dripped from Assistant Plumber Akbar's chin, mixing with tears streaming down his cheeks as Wikki used him ruthlessly.

Next to them, Wikki rammed his cock into Assistant Plumber Akbar's ass with increasing urgency. The young man braced himself against the bed, his knuckles white as he gripped the sheets tightly. He could feel every vein, every ridge of Wikki's cock as it plundered his virgin hole, stretching him obscenely wide. "Fuck, sir," Assistant Plumber Akbar groaned, his voice strained with pain and pleasure. "Your cock feels amazing."

Nayanthara, her body aflame with passion, reached out to touch Assistant Plumber Akbar's sweat-slicked chest. Her fingers traced the defined muscles of his torso, exploring every curve and line as if committing them to memory. She leaned over and licked one of his dark nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the young man.

Her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teasing and tantalizing. Assistant Plumber Akbar's breath hitched as she nibbled playfully, sending jolts of electricity straight to his groin. Meanwhile, Plumber Sulaiman pounded into her ass with relentless abandon, his hips slapping against her ample cheeks with each powerful thrust. Nayanthara moaned deeply, her body trembling with pleasure as she continued to explore Assistant Plumber Akbar's toned physique.

Nayanthara, driven by an insatiable hunger, released Assistant Plumber Akbar's nipple with a pop. She shifted her position slightly, bringing her face level with Wikki's cock, still slick with Assistant Plumber Akbar's ass juices. Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around the shaft, tasting the musky flavor of their combined arousal. Wikki groaned loudly, his hips jerking forward as Nayanthara took him deep into her throat.

Nayanthara felt the first wave of Plumber Sulaiman's orgasm ripple through his body as he rammed his cock deep into her ass. "I'm gonna cum," he growled, his grip tightening on her massive tits. Nayanthara moaned around Wikki's cock, sucking him hungrily as she prepared for the deluge. Plumber Sulaiman grunted loudly, his hips stuttering as his cock exploded inside her.

Ropes of thick, white cum sprayed from Plumber Sulaiman's cock, coating Nayanthara's face and neck with his sticky seed. He pumped his hips wildly, emptying his balls completely as he marked her as his. Beside them, Wikki roared in ecstasy, his cock pulsing as he unleashed his load deep within Assistant Plumber Akbar's ass. Assistant Plumber Akbar cried out, his body convulsing as Wikki filled him with his hot semen.

Wikki pulled out of Assistant Plumber Akbar's gaping asshole, his cock twitching as the last few drops of cum splattered onto Nayanthara's cheek. Assistant Plumber Akbar collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily as Wikki moved to stand beside Plumber Sulaiman. Both men stroked their semi-hard cocks eagerly, preparing to finish what they started. Nayanthara looked up at them, her face covered in a thick layer of Plumber Sulaiman's cum.

Wikki and Plumber Sulaiman stood side by side, their cocks rising swiftly to the occasion as they stared down at Nayanthara's cum-covered face. Assistant Plumber Akbar lay sprawled on the bed beside them, his body glistening with sweat and his ass still gaping from Wikki's vigorous fucking. Nayanthara reached up, her fingers gathering the ropes of cum dripping from her chin. She brought them to her lips, sucking them clean with a loud slurp.

Wikki, his cock still leaking precum, dropped to his knees in front of Nayanthara. He grabbed her chin firmly, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes. "Did you like that, my dirty slut?" he asked, his voice harsh with lust. Nayanthara nodded eagerly, her lips parted as she panted for breath. Wikki smirked, then lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply despite the cum coating her face.

Wikki broke the kiss, grinning widely as he admired Nayanthara's cum-soaked face. "Time to get cleaned up," he said, helping her to her feet. Still hard, his cock twitched against her thigh as they walked towards the bathroom, leaving Plumber Sulaiman and Assistant Plumber Akbar to follow. They filed into the spacious bathroom, the scent of sex filling the air.

Plumber Sulaiman scooted closer to Nayanthara, his hand sliding up her inner thigh as he approached. He cupped her breast possessively, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling her dark nipple between his fingers. Nayanthara leaned back against him, her body melting into his touch. Plumber Sulaiman dipped his head, pressing a hot, hungry kiss to her neck. His other hand wandered lower, tracing lazy circles over her swollen clit.

Nayanthara turned around, straddling Plumber Sulaiman's lap and grinding her dripping pussy against his rock-hard cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a fierce kiss as she rolled her hips eagerly. Their tongues danced together, tangling and dueling as they explored each other's mouths. Behind her, Wikki and Assistant Plumber Akbar watched intently, stroking their cocks lazily as they enjoyed the show.

Plumber Sulaiman stood, lifting Nayanthara effortlessly and wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her out of the tub, leaving Wikki and Assistant Plumber Akbar to enjoy the view as they continued to stroke themselves. Plumber Sulaiman laid Nayanthara down on the nearby vanity, spreading her legs wide and settling between them. He kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth as he ground his cock against her aching pussy.

Plumber Sulaiman lined up his cock with Nayanthara's entrance, rubbing the tip through her wet folds. He teased her mercilessly, circling her clit before plunging into her depths. Nayanthara moaned loudly, her body arching off the countertop as Plumber Sulaiman filled her completely. He set a punishing pace, driving his cock into her with relentless force.

Nayanthara moaned loudly, her body writhing beneath Plumber Sulaiman as he pounded into her relentlessly. The vanity shook with each powerful thrust, the mirror rattling in its frame as their bodies collided. "Fuck yes!" Nayanthara cried out, her nails digging into Plumber Sulaiman's back as she held on for dear life. Her massive tits bounced wildly, slapping against her chest with each brutal impact.

[amarmenonai]

The Lady Super Star Nayanthara in Shadows of the Silver Screen

Nayanthara stirred softly in her bed, the sun peeking through the curtains casting a warm glow over her face. She stretched languidly, feeling the sheets slide against her naked skin. Her mind drifted back to the night before, remembering the heated conversation she'd had with Madhavan and Director Sashikanth.


Madhavan and Director Sashikanth were already at the beachside villa when Nayanthara arrived. They had been discussing their plan, but fell silent as she walked into the room. Her presence commanded attention; the red sundress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her large breasts and wide hips. As always, her thick black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her beautiful face.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to join us," Director Sashikanth said, his eyes roaming over Nayanthara's body. "We were just talking about you." Madhavan looked up from his drink, his gaze lingering on her cleavage. "Yes, we were. We have something important to discuss with you." He patted the couch beside him, inviting her to sit down. Nayanthara felt a thrill run through her as she took a seat between the two men.

Director Sashikanth leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear. "We need to talk about how you can help us with our problem." His hand rested on her thigh, squeezing gently. Nayanthara shivered, feeling her nipples harden beneath her dress. "What do you mean?" she asked innocently, even though she knew exactly what they wanted. Madhavan chuckled, taking her hand and placing it on the growing bulge in his pants.

Nayanthara gasped softly as she felt Madhavan's hardness press against her palm. She turned to look at him, her dark eyes meeting his hungry gaze. "You know exactly what we want," Director Sashikanth whispered, his fingers tracing circles on her bare leg. "And you're going to give it to us, aren't you?" Nayanthara bit her lip, feeling a rush of excitement course through her veins.

"Tell us, Nayanthara," Madhavan said, his voice low and husky. "How much do you really want to save our film?" His hand moved to her breast, kneading gently, his thumb brushing over her stiff nipple. Nayanthara moaned softly, leaning into his touch. She could feel the heat radiating from both men, their deMaddye palpable.

"More than anything," Nayanthara breathed, her chest heaving with anticipation. She slid her hand up Madhavan's thigh, feeling his cock twitch under her touch. "I'll do whatever it takes." Director Sashikanth smirked, his hand moving higher up her leg until his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her panties. "That's what we like to hear."

Madhavan grinned, his hand sliding inside Nayanthara's dress to cup her bare breast. He pinched her nipple lightly, rolling it between his fingers while Director Sashikanth continued to tease her pussy through her soaked panties. Nayanthara moaned loudly, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her. She reached for Director Sashikanth's belt, fumbling with the buckle in her haste to free his cock.

Director Sashikanth quickly unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper, freeing his hard cock. Nayanthara wasted no time wrapping her soft hand around its thickness, stroking it slowly as Madhavan continued to play with her sensitive nipples. Director Sashikanth groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she began to jerk him off more vigorously.

Director Sashikanth growled softly, pushing her skirt aside so he could get better access to her wet pussy. He yanked her panties to the side and slid one finger inside her slick folds, groaning at how ready she was for them. "Fuck, you're soaking," he murmured, pumping his finger in and out of her tight channel. Nayanthara whimpered, grinding against his hand as Madhavan continued to pinch and twist her nipples.

Madhavan leaned in, capturing Nayanthara's lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue probed her mouth, tasting her sweetness as he deepened the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hand still stroking Director Sashikanth's cock while he finger-fucked her eagerly. Madhavan broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking on her sensitive skin.

Madhavan's lips found her breasts, his teeth nipping at her hard nipples. Nayanthara cried out, arching her back to push herself further into his mouth. He sucked greedily, alternating between her breasts while Director Sashikanth added another finger to her pussy, stretching her wide. "Oh ," she moaned, her head spinning with pleasure. "Please, don't stop."

Director Sashikanth chuckled, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of Nayanthara's dripping cunt. "You like that, don't you? You love being used by us, don't you, slut?" Nayanthara moaned, her eyes locked onto Madhavan's as he sucked hard on her nipples. "Yes… yes, I do." Madhavan released her breast with a pop, looking up at her with a wicked grin. "Our actress likes being called a slut, doesn't she, Sashi?"

Director Sashikanth smirked, his fingers moving faster inside her. "She does indeed," he agreed. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, bringing them to his mouth to suck off her juices. "But first, let me tell you a story." Madhavan released Nayanthara's breast, sitting back to listen. "Remember when you were shooting for 'Test'," Director Sashikanth began, his voice low and husky.

Nayanthara nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes…" she managed to say. "When we were on that rooftop," Director Sashikanth continued, his fingers trailing up her inner thigh. "Do you remember what happened after everyone left?" Nayanthara's eyes widened slightly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She remembered very well. It had been late, and most of the crew had gone home for the day.

Madhavan noticed the blush on Nayanthara's cheeks and grinned. "You remember, don't you?" he teased. "It was quite hot that day," Director Sashikanth said, his fingers brushing against Nayanthara's wet panties. "The sun was beating down, and you were wearing that tiny top…" Madhavan picked up where Director Sashikanth left off, his hand sliding up Nayanthara's bare thigh. "… and those short shorts that barely covered your ass."

"You two…" Nayanthara panted, her chest heaving as she recalled the memory. "You were staring at me all day." Director Sashikanth grinned, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. "We couldn't take our eyes off you," he admitted, pulling her panties down to expose her glistening pussy. Madhavan groaned, watching as Director Sashikanth revealed Nayanthara's swollen cunt lips.

"I think it's time we finish telling this story, Madhu," Director Sashikanth said, his voice husky with deMaddye. He pushed Nayanthara's knees apart, exposing her glistening pussy fully. She moaned softly, her hips writhing as she anticipated what was to come. "After everyone left, we stayed behind to talk about the next scene," Madhavan said, his hands gripping Nayanthara's thighs firmly.

Madhavan squeezed Nayanthara's thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "And then, we started to wonder what it would be like if we got you alone…" Director Sashikanth grinned, leaning in closer to Nayanthara. "So, we decided to find out." He reached down and grabbed hold of his thick cock, giving it a slow stroke as he stared intently at her.

Madhavan and Director Sashikanth exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes filled with lust. "You see," Madhavan continued, his voice low and seductive, "we couldn't resist the temptation any longer. We had to have you." He reached out and traced the outline of Nayanthara's puffy lower lips with his fingertip, making her shudder with anticipation. "We cornered you on that rooftop, didn't we?"

Madhavan leaned in, his breath hot on Nayanthara's ear. "We made sure no one was around. Then, we pushed you up against the wall, trapping you between us." He reached up and cupped her breast, squeezing gently. Nayanthara gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she remembered the feeling of being pinned between the two powerful men. Director Sashikanth stroked his cock faster, precum leaking from the tip.

Madhavan and Director Sashikanth exchanged a heated glance, their plans laid bare. Nayanthara squirmed between them, her breathing shallow as she recalled the events from that fateful day on set. "You did trap me," she admitted breathlessly, her body aching with need. "And then what happened?" Director Sashikanth asked, his voice a low growl. He gripped his cock tightly, stroking it in sync with his words. "You both touched me…"

Madhavan smiled wickedly, his hand squeezing Nayanthara's breast possessively. "Yes, we did. And you loved every second of it." His other hand slid down her stomach, tracing lazy circles around her belly button. "You begged us not to stop." Nayanthara whimpered, her hips lifting off the couch as Madhavan's fingers dipped lower, brushing against her clit. "Please…" she moaned, her body trembling with need.

Madhavan chuckled, his fingers circling her swollen clit. "Begging is good, isn't it, Nayanthara? It gets us so fucking hard." He glanced at Director Sashikanth, who was still stroking his thick cock. "Don't you think she looks delicious right now?" Director Sashikanth groaned, his eyes fixed on Nayanthara's glistening pussy. "Fuck yeah," he rasped. "I need to taste that sweet cunt of hers."

Madhavan smirked, releasing Nayanthara's breast and standing up. He stepped back, giving Director Sashikanth space to approach her. Director Sashikanth knelt between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in to breathe her scent. "You smell so fucking good," he growled, pressing his nose against her inner thigh. Nayanthara shuddered, her hands gripping the couch cushions as Director Sashikanth kissed his way up her leg.

Director Sashikanth inhaled deeply, savoring the musky aroma of Nayanthara's arousal. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, his stubble rough against her soft skin. Nayanthara moaned softly, her hips lifting towards him, wordlessly urging him on. Director Sashikanth obliged, trailing his tongue up to her smooth mound before diving straight into her waiting slit.

Madhavan watched as Director Sashikanth began to feast on Nayanthara's dripping cunt. He groaned at the sight of his director licking and sucking her swollen folds, his tongue delving deep into her honey pot. Nayanthara arched her back, her moans filling the air as she writhed against Director Sashikanth's eager mouth. Madhavan reached down and undid his belt, freeing his throbbing cock from his pants.

Madhavan stroked his hard cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip as he watched Director Sashikanth devour Nayanthara's sweet pussy. He couldn't wait any longer. "Enough foreplay," Madhavan growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "Let's put our plan into action." Director Sashikanth reluctantly lifted his head from between Nayanthara's legs, his chin glossy with her juices. "Already?" he protested, licking his lips like a man possessed.

Madhavan grinned, reaching into his pocket to pull out a silk scarf. "Trust me, you'll enjoy this." He handed the scarf to Director Sashikanth, who tied it expertly around Nayanthara's head, covering her eyes completely. "There," Director Sashikanth said, his voice husky with anticipation. "Now we can have some real fun." Nayanthara moaned softly, her breath hitching as darkness enveloped her senses.

Director Sashikanth and Madhavan quickly moved away from Nayanthara, leaving her breathless and craving more. They stepped aside, revealing six elderly Indian men standing in a row. The men wore traditional white dhoti garments, their bodies slightly hunched with age but their eyes gleaming with deMaddye. Their wrinkled hands were folded together in anticipation, their dhotis tented obscenely by their rock-hard erections.

Nayanthara's breath hitched as she heard footsteps approaching her. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, her body throbbing with anticipation. She squirmed on the couch, her hands clutching the cushion as she waited for whatever was coming next. Suddenly, strong hands gripped her ankles, pulling her roughly towards the edge of the couch.

Director Sashikanth laughed, a dark and sinister sound that sent shivers down Nayanthara's spine. "You know exactly what I mean," he growled. "These gentlemen have been very patient, waiting for their payment." He turned to the men, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "Aren't you, Maddys?" The men grumbled their agreement, their eyes never leaving Nayanthara's exposed flesh. Director Sashikanth smirked, turning back to Nayanthara.

Director Sashikanth's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You see, Nayanthara, these gentlemen have been very understanding about my financial difficulties," he explained, his voice smooth and calculated. "But even they have their limits. So, I told them that I would pay them… in kind." Nayanthara's breath hitched, her mind racing as she tried to process what he was saying.

Nayanthara's heart raced as the realization dawned on her. She tried to sit up, but strong hands held her down. "Wait… what do you mean?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Director Sashikanth leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear. "I mean, my dear, that tonight, you are going to service these gentlemen. You are going to make them very, very happy."

Nayanthara's breath caught in her throat as she felt the grip on her ankles tighten. The room fell silent except for the rustling of fabric and the heavy breaths of the men surrounding her. One by one, the elderly financiers shed their dhotis, revealing their hidden treasures. Nayanthara gasped audibly when the first man dropped his garment, exposing a long, thick ebony cock that jutted proudly from his groin.

The other financiers quickly followed suit, dropping their dhotis to reveal their own massive, ebony cocks. Nayanthara's eyes widened beneath the blindfold, her mouth agape in shock and surprise. She had expected them to be old and wrinkled, but these men were hung like stallions, their cocks thick and veins pulsing with blood.

Nayanthara struggled to comprehend the situation, her mind reeling from the sheer size and number of cocks pointed at her. "No… no, this can't be happening," she murmured, trying to scoot back on the couch. But there was nowhere to go; she was surrounded. A calloused hand gripped her chin, forcing her to face forward. "Open wide, sweetheart," a gruff voice commanded.

One by one, the elderly financiers stepped forward, their massive ebony cocks jutting proudly from their groins. Nayanthara's breath came in quick gasps as she felt their hands roam over her body, exploring every curve and crevice. Her nipples hardened under their touch, and she could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, making her own body temperature rise.

The first financier pressed the head of his cock against Nayanthara's lips, rubbing it back and forth. "Open up, Nayanthara," he growled, his voice like gravel. Nayanthara hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with fear and excitement. Then, slowly, she parted her lips, allowing the thick mushroom head to slip into her mouth.

"Ahhhh…" the man groaned, his hips bucking forward as Nayanthara took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel his thickness stretching her jaws, her saliva coating his shaft as she sucked eagerly. Behind her, another financier spread her ass cheeks, running a calloused finger up and down her slick folds. "Such a pretty thing," he muttered, his voice like thunder.

The man behind her pressed the head of his cock against her puckered hole, rubbing it in circles to coat it with her juices. "Relax, my dear," he rumbled, his voice like distant thunder. "This might sting a bit." With that, he thrust forward, impaling her ass with his thick member. Nayanthara screamed around the cock in her mouth, her body tensing as she felt herself stretched wide.

Nayanthara's scream vibrated around the cock in her mouth, sending waves of pleasure through the financier whose thick member she was eagerly servicing. He grunted, his hips bucking as he gripped her hair tightly, using it to control her movements as he fucked her face. Tears welled up in Nayanthara's eyes, blurring her vision as she fought to accommodate the massive cock invading her asshole.

The financier behind her began to saw in and out of her tight ass, his balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust. Nayanthara moaned around the cock in her mouth, the vibrations causing the man to grunt in pleasure. "Fuck, she's good," he said, his hips moving faster as he face-fucked her. Another financier stepped forward, his massive cock pointing straight at Nayanthara's face.

The financier behind her picked up speed, his hips slapping loudly against her ass with each forceful thrust. Nayanthara moaned helplessly around the cock in her mouth, drool dripping down her chin as she struggled to keep up with the relentless pace. The financier whose cock she was sucking pulled back suddenly, his wet member popping free from her lips.

The man behind her grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he pounded her ass harder. Nayanthara cried out in pain and pleasure, her body rocking back and forth with each powerful thrust. The financier whose cock she had been sucking stepped closer, his thick member bobbing obscenely in front of her face. "Suck it, bitch," he demanded, grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth onto his cock.

The financier whose cock Nayanthara had been sucking forced her mouth open wider, his hips thrusting forward as he began to face-fuck her with renewed vigor. Nayanthara gagged around his thick member, her eyes watering as she struggled to take his entire length down her throat. Behind her, the financier pummeling her ass picked up speed, his balls slapping loudly against her pussy with each brutal thrust.

The financier whose cock was lodged firmly in Nayanthara's mouth grunted, his hips moving faster as he used her lips and tongue for his pleasure. She moaned around him, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his massive girth. The man behind her continued to pound her ass mercilessly, his hips slapping loudly against her soft flesh with each forceful thrust.

The room filled with the sounds of grunting men and the wet, slurping noises of Nayanthara's mouth working diligently on the cock in front of her. The financier whose ass she was riding increased his pace, his thick cock pounding into her pussy with reckless abandon. Nayanthara cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

The financier whose cock was buried in Nayanthara's mouth grunted, his hips bucking wildly as he approached his climax. "Fuck yes, suck that cock, you dirty slut," he growled, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her head steady. Nayanthara moaned around his shaft, her lips stretched taut around his thickness. She could feel his cock swelling, pulsing with impending release.

The financier fucking Nayanthara's mouth pulled back, his cock glistening with her saliva. "Time for that sweet cunt," he grunted, pushing her backward onto the couch. He positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing his thick cockhead against her soaked pussy lips. "Oh , please," Nayanthara begged, her body aching with need.

The financier between Nayanthara's legs grinned wickedly, his dark eyes locked onto hers. "Please? Please what, my dear?" he taunted, rubbing his thick cockhead up and down her drenched slit. Nayanthara whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily as she tried to impale herself on his massive member. "Please… please fuck me," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with deMaddye.

Nayanthara's plea echoed through the room, filling the air with a palpable tension. The financier between her legs didn't waste any time; he gripped her thighs and thrust his massive cock deep into her pussy. Nayanthara cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins as her walls stretched to accommodate his thickness.

As the financier drove his cock deep into Nayanthara's pussy, she cried out, her body writhing with a mix of pain and pleasure. Behind her, the other financier pressed his thick member against her asshole, lubricating it with her juices before slowly easing it inside. Nayanthara groaned as she felt herself sandwiched between two massive cocks, stretching both her holes to their limits.

The financier between Nayanthara's legs began to piston his hips, driving his thick cock in and out of her pussy with relentless force. Simultaneously, the man behind her rammed his cock into her asshole, their movements synchronized in a brutal dance designed to push her beyond her limits. Nayanthara screamed, her body trembling as waves of intense sensation flooded her nerves.

Nayanthara's screams filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as she was sandwiched between the two massive cocks. The financier fucking her pussy set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against her clit with each thrust. Behind her, the other financier matched his pace, his thick member stretching her asshole wide. Nayanthara writhed between them, her body convulsing with overwhelming sensations. "Fuck! Yes!"

One of the other financiers, who had been watching intently, stepped forward and pressed his cock against Nayanthara's lips. "Suck it, bitch," he demanded, grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth onto his cock. Nayanthara complied, her lips wrapping around the thick shaft as she began to suck eagerly. The financier fucking her pussy grunted, his hips bucking wildly as he pounded into her with increasing intensity.

"Mmmph!" Nayanthara moaned around the cock in her mouth, the sound muffled by the thick meat stretching her jaws. She sucked eagerly, swirling her tongue around the velvety shaft as best she could while being sandwiched between the other two men. The financier behind her grunted, his hips slapping loudly against her ass with each forceful thrust.

The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the grunts and moans of the men, and Nayanthara's desperate cries of pleasure and pain. The financier fucking her pussy reached down and rubbed her clit roughly, sending electric shocks through her body. "Cum for us, you filthy slut," he growled, his voice low and commanding.

The pressure building within Nayanthara became unbearable. Her body convulsed violently as an orgasm ripped through her, her inner muscles clenching tightly around the cocks invading her. "Fuuucckkk!" she screamed, her voice raw with desperation. The sensation sent the financier fucking her pussy over the edge. He let out a guttural roar, his hips bucking wildly as he unloaded his hot seed deep into her fertile womb.

"Cumming!" the man behind her groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he slammed into her ass one last time, unleashing a torrent of hot cum deep inside her bowels. Nayanthara's body trembled and shook as she felt the scorching liquid fill her, mixing with the cum already coating her insides.

As the financier pumping Nayanthara's ass came, his body jerked and spasmed, his cock pulsing as he shot rope after rope of hot cum deep into her bowels. Still gripping her hair tightly, the man fucking her mouth pulled back slightly, giving her room to breathe as he stroked his throbbing cock furiously. "Swallow every drop, you worthless slut," he commanded harshly.

"Mmmph!" Nayanthara moaned around the cock in her mouth, tasting the salty precum leaking from its tip. She gazed up at the financier above her, pleading with her eyes. His expression darkened, and he tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back sharply. "I told you to swallow every fucking drop," he snarled. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deep into her throat until she gagged.

Nayanthara choked around the cock in her throat, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to obey. The financier grunted, his hips jerking as he exploded into her mouth, shooting stream after stream of hot cum down her throat. "Swallow it all," he ordered, holding her head steady as he emptied his balls. Nayanthara swallowed reflexively, feeling the warm, sticky liquid slide down her throat.

As the last financier pulled away from Nayanthara, his shrinking cock slipping from her well-used mouth, he zipped up his pants and joined the others in leaving the room. The actors were alone with the aftermath of the debauched scene that had just unfolded. Nayanthara lay panting on the couch, her body still twitching with residual pleasure, cum dripping from her swollen pussy and gaping asshole.

Madhavan and Director Sashikanth exchanged glances, then turned their attention to Nayanthara. "Come on, get up," Madhavan said, extending a hand to help her off the couch. Nayanthara looked at him, dazed and disoriented, but allowed him to pull her to her feet. She swayed slightly, still feeling lightheaded from the intense orgasms and lack of oxygen when her mouth was being used so roughly.

Nayanthara stumbled towards the bathroom, her legs weak and unstable. Madhavan steadied her, his hands firm on her waist as they walked. Director Sashikanth trailed behind, his eyes lingering on Nayanthara's voluptuous body, admiring the curves and marks left by their financial saviors. Once inside the bathroom, Madhavan guided Nayanthara to the large bathtub.

Madhavan turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until steam rose from the tub. He helped Nayanthara step in, her skin flushed and sensitive from the recent activities. Director Sashikanth watched intently as Madhavan carefully cleaned her, starting with her pussy, gently washing away the mixture of cum and her own juices. He moved to her asshole, ensuring no trace remained before rinsing her thoroughly.

Madhavan's hands roamed over Nayanthara's body, soaping her breasts, pinching her nipples. Director Sashikanth couldn't wait any longer, he stripped naked and climbed into the tub, positioning himself behind Nayanthara. He lifted her leg, exposing her pussy, and slid his hard cock deep inside her. Nayanthara moaned softly, leaning back against Director Sashikanth as he began to move inside her.

Madhavan watched as Director Sashikanth began to fuck Nayanthara in the tub, her body still trembling from the earlier ordeal. He felt his own cock stir, growing hard again at the sight of her beautiful body being taken once more. He stepped closer, his erection pressing against her thigh as Director Sashikanth's hips moved rhythmically behind her. "Spread your legs wider," Madhavan commanded, his voice husky with deMaddye.

Madhavan stepped closer, his erection pressing against Nayanthara's thigh as Director Sashikanth's hips moved rhythmically behind her. "Spread your legs wider," Madhavan commanded, his voice husky with deMaddye. Nayanthara complied, spreading her legs further apart, allowing Madhavan better access to her pussy.

Madhavan positioned himself in front of Nayanthara, his rock-hard cock poised at her entrance. With a grunt, he pushed forward, sliding his length alongside Director Sashikanth's cock inside her already stretched pussy. Nayanthara gasped sharply, her eyes widening as she felt the twin intrusions. The sensation was overwhelming, her walls stretching to accommodate both thick members.

Nayanthara cried out in pain and pleasure as the two cocks penetrated her simultaneously. Her pussy was already sore and stretched from the earlier assault, but having two hard dicks inside her at once was almost too much to bear. She gasped for breath, her nails digging into Madhavan's shoulders as she clung to him for support. "Oh , oh ," she moaned, her voice a high-pitched whine. "It hurts… it hurts so good."

"Fuck her harder," Director Sashikanth growled, his hips moving in sync with Madhavan's as they both began to pump in and out of Nayanthara's tight pussy. The water sloshed around them, splashing over the edges of the tub as they pounded into her relentlessly. Nayanthara screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably as the two men took turns ramming their cocks deep inside her.

Nayanthara's screams echoed through the bathroom, her body convulsing as the two men relentlessly pounded her pussy. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that left her gasping for air. She felt her inner muscles stretch and clamp around the dual intrusions, struggling to accommodate their size and girth. "Harder," Director Sashikanth grunted, his voice laced with primal deMaddye. "Fuck her harder."

Nayanthara's body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. She could feel the heat radiating from Madhavan and Director Sashikanth, their bodies pressed against hers as they took turns driving their cocks deep into her pussy. The water in the tub churned wildly, splashing over the sides as their movements grew more frenzied. "Yes! Fuck me harder!" Nayanthara cried out, her voice echoing off the tiles.

Madhavan stared at Director Sashikanth in disbelief, his cock still buried inside Nayanthara's well-fucked pussy. "What do you mean she got paid? And why didn't anyone tell me?" Madhavan demanded, his voice tense with anger and confusion. Director Sashikanth shrugged nonchalantly, continuing to thrust into Nayanthara's pussy alongside Madhavan. "She wanted the money," he replied casually. "And she knew what she had to do to get it."

Nayanthara moaned loudly, her body quivering as the two men continued to pound into her. Madhavan's grip on her hips tightened, his knuckles white as he held onto her for leverage. "Is this true?" he asked through gritted teeth, looking directly at Nayanthara. "Did you really agree to do this for money?" Tears welled up in Nayanthara's eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks as she nodded weakly.

Nayanthara's confession sent a shockwave through Madhavan. He couldn't believe that the woman he had lusted after, the woman he thought cared for him even a bit, would sell herself so cheaply. The betrayal stung deeply, and his anger boiled over. "You whore!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "All this time, I thought you actually wanted me, and here I find out you've been playing games."

Nayanthara flinched at Madhavan's harsh words, her heart aching from the pain in his voice. "Madhavan, I'm sorry," she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps as the two men continued to ravage her body. "I never meant to hurt you." Madhavan scoffed, his hips moving faster as he pounded into her with renewed vigor. "Save your apologies," he growled. "They mean nothing now."

Nayanthara's tears flowed freely as Madhavan's and Director Sashikanth's cocks relentlessly invaded her pussy, the pain and humiliation amplifying her agony. Madhavan's words cut deep, his accusations piercing her heart like daggers. "You're just a common slut," he sneered, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back sharply. "A cheap whore who'll spread her legs for anyone with enough money."

Nayanthara's sobs filled the bathroom, mingling with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the splash of water. Madhavan's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back further as he drove his cock deeper into her abused pussy. Director Sashikanth mirrored Madhavan's movements from behind, their hips thrusting in tandem, the two cocks splitting Nayanthara open with ruthless abandon. "You love this, don't you?"

Madhavan and Director Sashikanth continued to use Nayanthara's body mercilessly, their cocks pistoning in and out of her pussy with brutal force. The sound of wet flesh smacking together filled the bathroom, punctuated by Nayanthara's cries of pain and pleasure. Despite the humiliation and emotional turmoil tearing through her, Nayanthara could not deny the intense physical sensations coursing through her body.

Nayanthara's confession hung heavy in the air, her words slicing through the tension like a knife. She looked up at Madhavan, her eyes filled with tears and desperation. "Yes! Yes! I'm a slut! I fuck for money!" she cried out, her voice breaking with emotion. "My husband Director Wikki also knows about this! In fact I give him a share from the money I get…"

Director Sashikanth chuckled darkly, his hips still moving as he continued to fuck Nayanthara. "Looks like our actress likes being degraded," he taunted Madhavan. "Maybe we should give her what she deserves." Madhavan's expression darkened, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he looked down at Nayanthara. "You heard him," he sneered.

Madhavan and Director Sashikanth exchanged a wicked glance, their eyes gleaming with malice. They increased the intensity of their thrusts, their cocks plunging into Nayanthara's pussy with vicious force. She screamed, her body writhing between them as they used her for their pleasure. "Please… please stop," she begged, tears streaming down her face. But her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Madhavan and Director Sashikanth ignored her pleas, their grips on her hips tightening as they continued to ram into her pussy with brutal force. They grunted and groaned, their breaths ragged as they took turns pounding into her. Suddenly, Madhavan pulled out of Nayanthara's pussy, his cock glistening with her juices and precum. He gripped the base of his shaft tightly, stroking himself furiously.

"Turn around," Madhavan barked at Nayanthara. "Get on your knees." Nayanthara hesitated briefly before complying, turning to face the toilet bowl and lowering herself onto her knees. Her body trembled as she braced herself against the porcelain rim, presenting her ass to the two men looming behind her. Madhavan smirked, his cock throbbing in anticipation. "That's right, slut," he sneered.

Madhavan grabbed a fistful of Nayanthara's long, dark hair, forcing her head back sharply. Her eyes widened in fear and anticipation as she saw his engorged cock mere inches from her face. A wicked grin spread across Madhavan's face as he aimed the tip of his cock at her opened mouth. "Open wide, you filthy slut," he commanded, his voice laced with cruelty.

Madhavan gripped Nayanthara's hair tightly, holding her head steady as he lined up his cock with her mouth. Without warning, he let out a low groan and released his load, spraying stream after stream of hot urine into her waiting mouth. Nayanthara gagged involuntarily, the bitter taste filling her senses as she struggled to swallow the constant flow pouring down her throat.

Director Sashikanth watched in amusement as Nayanthara choked on Madhavan's stream of piss, her eyes watering as she desperately tried to swallow it all. He stroked his own cock slowly, savoring the sight of her degradation. When Madhavan finally finished, Director Sashikanth stepped forward, taking Madhavan's place behind Nayanthara. "Your turn, slut," he growled, grasping his cock firmly.

Director Sashikanth positioned himself behind Nayanthara, his cock stiff and ready. He pressed the tip against her gaping pussy, feeling the warmth and wetness envelop him. With a grunt, he shoved his entire length into her in one swift motion. Nayanthara cried out, her body jolting forward from the sudden intrusion.

Director Sashikanth held Nayanthara's hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pump his cock in and out of her well-used pussy. The sound of wet flesh slapping together filled the bathroom, accompanied by Nayanthara's moans and cries of discomfort. Madhavan, meanwhile, had moved back to the shower, his cock still semi-hard despite the release of urine moments ago.

Madhavan stepped back into the shower, his cock twitching with renewed arousal as he watched Director Sashikanth fuck Nayanthara from behind. He gripped his shaft firmly, stroking it in time with Director Sashikanth's thrusts. His eyes were locked onto Nayanthara's ass, watching as her cheeks jiggled with each powerful stroke.

Madhavan's eyes were fixated on Nayanthara's round, jiggling ass as Director Sashikanth continued to plow into her pussy. He stepped under the warm spray of the shower, his hand wrapping around his hardening cock. Madhavan began to stroke himself slowly, the water cascading down his body as he watched the scene unfold before him. "Fuck her harder," Madhavan growled, his voice hoarse with deMaddye. "Make her take every inch."

Director Sashikanth leaned over Nayanthara's back, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he rammed his cock into her pussy with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bathroom, mixing with Nayanthara's moans and Director Sashikanth's grunts. "Such a dirty whore," Director Sashikanth muttered, his hips moving faster as he neared his climax. "Take my cum, slut. Take it all."

Madhavan's strokes quickened as he watched Director Sashikanth pound into Nayanthara. He imagined her mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him deep while Director Sashikanth fucked her from behind. Pre-cum dripped from his tip, mixing with the shower water. "I want that slut's mouth," Madhavan said, his voice tight with need. "Want to feel her lips wrapped around my cock again."

Director Sashikanth withdrew from Nayanthara's pussy, leaving her panting and spent. He grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her to her feet. "Time to clean up," he ordered, leading her towards the shower where Madhavan stood stroking his cock. Nayanthara stumbled forward, her legs weak and unsteady. She glanced up at Madhavan, seeing the hunger in his eyes as he took in her disheveled state.

Director Sashikanth pushed Nayanthara into the shower stall, her naked body pressing against Madhavan's. The warm water sprayed over them, washing away the sweat and fluids that coated their skin. Nayanthara knelt down obediently, her eyes locked on the two cocks standing erect before her. She reached out tentatively, wrapping her small hands around the thick shafts.

Nayanthara looked up at Madhavan and Director Sashikanth, her eyes wide and submissive. "Yes, Maddys," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. She licked her lips nervously, knowing what was expected of her. Slowly, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to flick against the tip of Madhavan's cock.

Nayanthara's tongue swirled around the sensitive tip of Madhavan's cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from it. She looked up at him through her long lashes, her eyes filled with a mixture of submission and defiance. Meanwhile, Director Sashikanth grabbed a handful of her hair, positioning his cock near her mouth. "Lick both of us, you dirty whore," he commanded, his voice rough with lust.

Nayanthara eagerly complied, her tongue snaking out to lick the underside of Director Sashikanth's cock. She alternated between the two men, tasting each one thoroughly before taking Madhavan's length into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, her lips stretched taut around his girth. Madhavan groaned, his hands tangling in her wet hair as he guided her movements.

Nayanthara moaned around Madhavan's cock, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. She sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing up and down as she took more of him into her mouth with each pass. Saliva dripped from her lips, coating his shaft and pooling at the base of his cock. Beside her, Director Sashikanth grunted impatiently, his hand fisting in her hair as he forced her to pay attention to him.

Nayanthara switched her focus to Director Sashikanth, opening her mouth wide to accommodate his thick cock. She sucked him greedily, her cheeks hollowing as she created strong suction around his shaft. Her head moved back and forth rapidly, taking first one man and then the other into her eager mouth. Both Madhavan and Director Sashikanth groaned in unison, their hips thrusting forward to meet Nayanthara's hungry mouth.

Nayanthara continued to service the two men, her head bobbing back and forth as she took turns sucking their cocks. The room filled with the sounds of her slurping and moaning, mixed with the grunts and groans of Madhavan and Director Sashikanth. Her hands worked tirelessly, stroking and pumping their shafts in time with her mouth. Nayanthara's saliva flowed freely, coating both cocks and dribbling down her chin.

Nayanthara's pace quickened as she felt the two men nearing their climaxes. Their cocks twitched and pulsed in her hands and mouth, driving her to take them deeper. She gurgled and moaned, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure coursing through Madhavan and Director Sashikanth. "Fuck, yes," Madhavan groaned, his hips jerking forward as he began to spill his seed into Nayanthara's eager mouth.

Ropes of cum shot from Madhavan's cock, coating Nayanthara's tongue and throat. She gagged slightly but swallowed reflexively, determined to take everything he gave her. Beside her, Director Sashikanth grunted loudly, his cock pulsing as he joined Madhavan in filling her mouth with hot, sticky seed. Nayanthara moaned around their cocks, her cheeks puffed out obscenely as she struggled to contain the deluge of semen.

The men's cocks continued to pulse, spurting streams of cum directly into Nayanthara's mouth. She moaned loudly, trying to swallow as fast as she could, but the sheer volume was overwhelming. Cum dribbled from her lips, running down her chin and neck, dripping onto her chest and breasts. Still, she didn't stop sucking, wanting to make sure both men were completely emptied.

"Enough," Director Sashikanth panted, gently pushing Nayanthara's head away from his softening cock. She sat back on her heels, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her face was covered in a mixture of spit and cum, her eyes glazed over with a mix of humiliation and satisfaction. Madhavan looked down at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Clean yourself up, slut," he commanded, nodding towards the showerhead.

Nayanthara rose unsteadily to her feet, her body still trembling from the intense experience. She turned to face the showerhead, her reflection in the glass door showing a woman flushed and disheveled, her makeup smeared and hair plastered to her face. She reached out to grab the soap, lathering it between her hands before beginning to wash herself.

Her hands started at her shoulders, massaging the sudsy lather into her skin. Nayanthara's palms slid down her chest, cupping her large breasts, squeezing them firmly as she cleaned them. Her nipples hardened under her touch, poking through the layer of bubbles. She pinched them lightly, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

As Nayanthara cleaned her chest, she began to hum softly to herself. The tune was familiar, a popular song from one of her recent films. Her voice was melodic, despite the huskiness that lingered from her earlier activities. The humming grew louder, filling the steamy shower stall as she continued to wash herself methodically.

Her hips began to sway gently in time with the rhythm of her humming. Nayanthara closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment as she continued to explore her body with soapy hands. Her ass ground back against an imaginary partner, her movements becoming more fluid and sensual. The humming stopped abruptly, replaced by a sultry, husky singing voice that filled the bathroom.

She sang the lyrics to a romantic song from one of her movies, her voice sultry and seductive. Her hips swayed in slow circles, her hands roaming over her wet, soapy body. She pinched her nipples again, rolling them between her fingers as she sang about deMaddye and passion. One hand trailed down her stomach, slipping between her thighs.

Nayanthara's fingers brushed against her sensitive clit, but she pulled away, remembering her place. She quickly rinsed the soap from her body and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, she dried herself off briskly, her mind already drifting towards thoughts of sleep. The events of the night had taken their toll on her body, leaving her exhausted and sore.

Nayanthara walked into the bedroom, her body glistening with droplets of water. She dropped the towel to the floor and climbed onto the bed, crawling between Madhavan and Director Sashikanth. They shifted to make room for her, their bodies still warm from the shower. Nayanthara lay down on her back, her breathing heavy as she stared up at the ceiling.

Madhavan rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her stomach, his touch gentle despite the roughness of earlier. "You did good today, slut," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. Nayanthara smiled weakly, turning her head to look at him. "Thank you, Maddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Madhavan leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "You belong to us now, Nayanthara," he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. "We can do whatever we want with you." Nayanthara shuddered at his words, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement course through her veins. She nodded silently, too tired to form any coherent thoughts.

"Use me however you want, Maddys," Nayanthara whispered, her voice barely audible. She shifted on the bed, spreading her legs slightly as if offering herself to them once again. "My pussy… my ass… they're yours to use whenever you want." Her eyes fluttered closed as exhaustion overwhelmed her, but not before she added, "Just promise to fuck me again tomorrow…"

Nayanthara's hand reached out, her fingertips tracing the contours of Madhavan's cheek. She opened her eyes briefly, locking gazes with him before whispering, "May I kiss you goodnight, Maddy?" Madhavan hesitated for a moment before nodding his consent. Nayanthara leaned in, pressing her lips softly against his. She kissed him gently, her tongue flicking out to tease his lower lip.

Director Sashikanth watched the exchange between Madhavan and Nayanthara, his eyes narrowing with lust and possessiveness. He reached out, grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging sharply, forcing her to break the kiss. "Enough," he growled. "Sleep." Nayanthara let out a soft whimper, nodding obediently as she closed her eyes and settled down between the two men.

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Superb story.