[Hotgiri]

Awasome update

Lucifer please add gif to make it more erotic

[Lucifer8797]

They smiled at each other. She stood with Dyson still inside her pussy. She climbed onto the sofa, set a foot on each side of his hips, and brought her pussy to his face. He pulled Dyson out of her.

She bent her knees and sat her pussy on his mouth. Both hands took his hair.




“Eat me now.”

His tongue came out and stayed broad. She rolled her hips and dragged her pussy across it. Her lips opened over his mouth. Her clit caught his upper lip and she made a raw sound, not a word.

Each drop ended in a slap of her on his lips. When she rose, his tongue left her hole with a sticky sound. A shine sat on his mouth. Her taste was sharp. It turned thick and ran over his chin onto his shirt.



“Haah. Stay. Cathy is fucking you.”

“Take him,” he said into her clit, and the words buzzed there.

She held his head and drove her hole onto his tongue, so deep the tongue had to bend inside her. His cock strained in his pants.



Her thighs shook against his ears. She shoved her pussy hard onto his face and came. It spilled over his lip and down his chin. She kept his hair.

“Again. Haah.”



She lifted an inch. He gasped. She sat before the gasp finished, and she put more of her weight on his mouth. His nose went into her and his air stopped. She felt the fight in his neck and rose just enough for one breath, then sat hard again.



She sawed her clit along the flat of his tongue. Then she dropped. The tongue went deep. She rolled her hips so it pressed one side of her and then the other.

“Nh. There. Do not help.”

He groaned. The groan went up into her.

“That sound. Again.”



He groaned into her clit. She came a second time and ground through it. Her hole clenched on his tongue.

“Eat,” she said. “Haah. Tyson said eat. So eat.”

He opened his mouth wider. Her pussy mashed to his face, his tongue deep, her clit on his lip. The third one took her hard.



She stayed down. His tongue was still inside her, and her pussy rested on his mouth while she shook.





She climbed down. He pushed her clear of the sofa and went into her bathroom.

She took her time walking to her room. The bathroom door was shut and locked. He was still inside. She put on a petticoat and went to cook lunch.

The afternoon passed like any other day. When he stood to leave, he opened his arms for the goodbye kiss.

She caught the petticoat and raised it to her waist. She lifted one leg and held the knee high.

“Kiss Cathy instead. She misses you more.”

He knelt on the floor. The raised leg opened her, and he kissed her pussy. Then he ate. His tongue pushed into her.





His lips worked her clit. She heard his mouth on her. She kept one hand in his hair. Her standing leg buckled. He held her hip and stayed on his knees, eating her until she had that leg under her again.



Praveen had settled the price with the broker. He had told the broker about Isha’s surprise for Rohan, and asked him to act accordingly.

That evening she and Rohan went to the building again. The broker was not there yet. They walked the floors. Rohan unfolded a plan he had drawn, ruled and lettered the way he drew at work, the rooms she had asked for, and guest rooms for the parents.

“Can we book this place already,” he said.

“We will soon.”

“Any update from Praveen.”

“The documents are good. He is asking for the price.”

“Isn’t it already a good price.”

“This is why you are not negotiating. We are signing a lock agreement today.”

“Without an advance.”

“Ten thousand is good. Our broker trusts Praveen. He will lock this for us for at least a month.”

“Good. Are you still planning to come to my home for the weekend.”

“Everyone there is fine.”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“I am thinking of staying the full week. You do not mind.”

“I have to come back. I will miss you here. My mom will love it.”

The broker came through the gate. Isha handed him a cover.

“Praveen asked me to give you this.”

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The cover held a demand draft for the advance, everything she had saved from her salary. The broker tucked it away. He held his phone out. Rohan sent ten thousand to the account on the screen. The broker gave them the signed lock agreement.

She came home happy. She bathed, and while she dried herself she saw yesterday’s bra hanging on the towel rod. She had left it on the pile. Someone else had moved it. She took it down. The cups were wet through. Then the smell reached her. It was his cum.

He had gone to her bathroom each time she teased him. The bra had been around his cock. He had come into the cup and hung it on the rod. She knew this smell. He had made her rub it into her breasts.

She put the wet bra on. His cum lay on her breasts inside the cups. She left the nighty on the peg and slept in the bra.

The next day she opened the door in a blouse and a petticoat and nothing else. She lay on her back on the sofa. Kunal pushed the petticoat to her waist and put his mouth on her. She held his hair.



His tongue stayed on her until her hips rose off the cushion and she came crying his name.



She dropped back, loose. He went to the bathroom.

She waited at the door. He came out. She went in at once. The bra was on the rod, wet again. She took off the blouse and put the bra on. She came out in the petticoat and that bra.

“It is wet, no,” he said.

“I am not wasting the skincare.”

Late afternoon he helped her pack.

“Full week there. You sure.”

“Don’t worry. Cathy will be on monthly break anyway.”

“I will miss kiss and hug.”

“Don’t lie. You are taking your things also.”

“Yes. Why come till here for empty house.”

She sent him off. She bathed and got ready. Rohan came on time. They left for his native.

After he left for Pune on Monday, she sat with Lata and held out her phone. The building came up room after room. She had walked it with him already. She wanted to give it to him on his birthday, and she needed both of them. They would keep it until that day.

Lata went through the pictures once. When his father came in from the lane, she put the phone in his hand and told him Isha had found their house for Rohan’s birthday. He went through the rooms, gave the phone back, and asked who had checked the papers.

Isha called Praveen and put him on the speaker. His father leaned toward the phone. Praveen took him through the clean title, the price already written down, and the advance already paid. His father asked about the well, the road in, and the houses on either side, and Praveen stayed with him through the last question.

He finally agreed. He asked to see the building once before the registration. On Saturday his parents and Isha would come to Pune. She would show them the building, and they would go back the same day.

In Pune they had the old evening again, after a long time. They watched the news and said what they thought of it. A question had been nagging Rohan for more than a month. He took a deep breath and asked.

“Isha is doing well with my mom.”

“Who will not. Both are lovely people.”

“But it is at my expense. She has all my old stories, one after another.”

“Thank God. She does not know my stories.”

“I know every one of them.”

“You will not. We have bro code.”

“Bro code is active. So you should keep me in the light.”

“Fire away. Any question.”

“The third time. Has it happened.”

“Not yet.”

Kunal saw relief on Rohan’s face first. Then he saw the disappointment.

“But very soon. I am really close.”

He winked. Rohan sat forward.

“Oh. Really.”

“Yes. I can assure you. She is very happy with whatever I am doing.”

“That is the most important thing.”

“I know that. It is important to me because it is important to you.”

“After it happens, may I know. Not the details. Only if it happened.”

“Sure. How about a message with three thumbs up.”

“That will do.”

“After that you should not ask me. This time I am trying for the long game.”

“I promise on bro code. I will not ask.”

On Saturday Isha brought his parents to the building. They walked through it and came out happy. With the seller and the broker they went through the money and the dates.

“The day before his birthday,” Lata said. “That will be the most auspicious day.”

“That will be a better surprise too. He will not guess.”

The seller checked his calendar and said that day worked.

That night he called her.

“When you are coming back.”

“Few more days.”

“I know Ma cooks well.”

“Don’t forget her cupboard.”

“Yes. That too. But this week has been tough. I am missing you.”

“No need to miss too much. I am in Pune now.”

“Are you kidding.”

“I did a good one.”

Sunday he took her through their malls and into a theatre. He kissed her whenever an aisle was empty, and in the dark his mouth stayed on hers.

Monday, as soon as she woke up, she clicked the sunrise from her window and sent it to Kunal. She bathed, and when she opened the door he was in the hall with his things already down.

He kissed her and pressed her ass. He gathered the gown in his hands and raised the hem. Once it was above her ass, he lifted the gown off and she raised her hands. He unhooked the bra at her back. She took it from between them and threw it down. He was in his trunks. He carried her to the dining table, laid her on her back, and took hold of her panties.

“Cathy is your breakfast.”



“Cathy is breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“She would love to be your all you can eat buffet.”

“One week hunger. Good day for Cathy.”



He drew the panties off and licked her pussy like a mad dog, face shoved in, tongue wide, groaning into her. He kept his face between her thighs until she came. It flooded his mouth and his chin.




Then he stood. He picked up her bra, wiped his face, and took a step toward her room.

She felt guilty. He had stayed until she came, and now he was going to her room alone, still hard for her.

“Wait.”

He turned.

She got off the table, picked up her panties, and put them on.

“From now, if Cathy is covered, Tyson can come out.”

His eyes were bright. “Finally freedom.”

[RedDranzar]

Dear author.

Please add more photoshoot scenes with Isha as model. This time bold shoot.

[AjitKumar]

Superb updates

[sakurasan]

Dear author.

Please add more photoshoot scenes with Isha as model. This time bold shoot.

Bro, we had so many chapters of photoshoot. I do have a small plan for it in future but not for next 4 chapters

[Hotgiri]

Hey writer please add cuckold and threesome angel to story

[RedDranzar]

Bro, we had so many chapters of photoshoot. I do have a small plan for it in future but not for next 4 chapters

Correct but other than the last 2 the chemistry was just building. Now she can do confidently do a nude photoshoot for kunal somewhere outside like a jungle or empty beach just for his own collection not for Rohan. 

It's just a idea. Even if you don't include it I will still enjoy the story.

[sakurasan]

Chapter 16 Line of Credit — Part 3

She came to him and knelt. Her fingers took his trunks and pulled them down. His cock came out.

Her face was inches from it. The head was thick, the shaft heavy, a wet shine at the slit. She remembered the pleasure this cock had put in her. She petted it with her fingers, fond, the way she would hold something precious.

She licked him like a cone. Her tongue started at the head and went down to the base. The next lick ran beside that wet line, on skin that was still dry, and the next beside that, until spit lay on him in strips.

His hands rested on her head.

She took the head into her mouth. Her lips closed behind the ridge. She moved only that head in and out, her tongue under it, the shaft still in the air.

His hands firmed and he began to guide her.

Her jaw eased. He held her head and fed more of the shaft in, and the head stayed inside her mouth. He moved her as she had been moving. Each time a little more of him passed her lips.

The movement smoothed. The fear that her mouth would tear eased, and he put more in. He stopped going deeper when the tip touched her throat.

Then he held her head in both hands and fucked her mouth. He drew back until her lips caught the ridge, the head filling her mouth, and drove in over her tongue. Spit welled at the corner of her mouth and ran down the shaft. She took his thighs in her hands. Her lips stretched and shone around him. A wet sound came out of her with every drive. His fingers tightened in her hair. His balls drew up against her chin.

He groaned, pushed in, and came. Hot thick cum shot onto her tongue and filled her mouth. This time she could bear the taste. She held it.

They went to the bathroom together. She bent over the basin and spat what she could. He stepped into the shower.

Late afternoon he laid her on the sofa and put his mouth on her. He stayed there until she came. When she had her breath back, she reached for him.

“No. Not now.”

“Why.”

“This is a pity blowjob.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It should not be a return.”

“Then Tyson can stay in the cover itself.”

“We play for it.”

“What game.”

He downloaded a new wrestling game on the PS5. “This.”

“This is unfair. I am new to this.”

“I have never played it also. Practice in the night. Then it is a fair fight.”

“What then.”

“Winner gets the royal treatment. Till the next match.”

“If I lose, I will keep asking rematch.”

“One in the morning. One in the afternoon. No more.”

“Ok.” She shook his hand.

He made two characters, one for each of them, and set them as close to real as he could.

“I don’t have that big ass.”

“You exactly have that big ass. Thunderthighs.”

“Hate it. What is yours.”

“Ironrod.”

“That is worse.”

Tuesday, after breakfast, Kunal held out a matching set in spandex. Hers was two pieces, cut like a bikini. His was shorts.

“I thought we are playing on the console.”

“We can still dress for it.”

“Everything is a game for you.”

She took her pieces and went to her room. She came back in them. He was on the floor in only the shorts, and the game was on the TV.

She sat beside him, her shoulder against his.

“Let’s begin. Thunderthighs taking on Ironrod,” he said, loud.

She leaned toward the screen and hit the buttons with both thumbs. He played with one hand. On the first move she threw him down.

“I practiced till midnight.”




“Good. I want you sharp when you lose.”

“When you lose.”

He sat forward, caught her, and slammed her down. The round was his.

“One round,” she said. “There are three.”

“Practice. Stretch your jaws.”

“Not yet.”

Next round she watched his thumbs. He went for the same slam. She got free, threw him into the ropes, and put him on the mat. He went quiet, then he laughed.

“You watched my hands.”

“You did the same slam.”

“One each. Last round.”

They both leaned in. She pressed into his arm. He got her down and pinned her.

She put the controller down. Her mouth stayed turned down.

“Floor. Take Tyson out.”

She knelt in front of him and pulled his cock out of the shorts.

She sucked him with her face down. That afternoon, and both matches on Wednesday, he won on the last round. She could feel how close she was. She spat in the basin when it was over. Those evenings she asked Rohan to drop her soon. She told him dinner had to be cooked. He dropped her, and each night she raised the difficulty.

Thursday morning he took the last round again. By now his cock felt at home in her mouth. When he came, she kept it there until it went down, and she swallowed all of it.

“You take Tyson well.”

That afternoon she won all three rounds. She put him on his back on the floor and rode his face.

“Loser. From now Tyson is not coming out.”

She rode him all afternoon. He tried to get up and finish himself in the bathroom. She held him down.

“No relief for Tyson. Your rule.”

“I was distracted today,” he said. “Tomorrow Tyson will avenge.”

The next morning he put on spandex cut like briefs, with a V at the front. His cock showed through the cloth in one line, thick as a cucumber.

“Time to finish Thunderthighs.”

“Ironrod is going to melt again today.”

“So confident. Best of five. Winner gets a week. No stops.”

“Poor Tyson is going to curse you.”

“Let’s see.”

He took the first round, and the second. She was sweating.

“It is too hot today.”

She took her top off. In the next round, when he had her close to a pin, she leaned in and her hard nipple brushed his arm. She took the round. In the one after, her nipple crossed his back, and she took that round too.

“You are cheating.”

“You started it. See Tyson. He is erect in your briefs.”

“Ok.”

He moved her to one end of the sofa and sat at the other. He set pillows between them.




The last round went long. He won it.

“This is not fair. We should play again in the afternoon.”

“You agreed.”

“No. You cannot change it like this.”

“Ok. New position today. You cooperate, we play in the afternoon.”

“What position.”

“You will know. Deal.”

“I have no choice. Yes.”

“Bedroom.”

“You know the rules.”

“Keep Cathy inside. Now move.”

She lay on her back on her bed. He pulled his briefs off and knelt over her head. His knees pressed the mattress on either side of her, and he looked along her body to her feet. His cock stood over her chest. He reached between his thighs and bent it back toward her face. The shaft kept a hard curve in his fist. He put the head between her lips.

The head filled her mouth. She had his ass in her eyes. He pushed in once. The curved shaft slid on her tongue until the head met the back of her mouth, and his balls settled on her nose. She moaned at the weight of them. He groaned at the grip of her lips on that curve. When she had knelt for him, his balls met her chin and the cock went in straight. This stroke stopped the head at the back of her mouth.

He drew the head out of her mouth.

“You fine?”

“Your balls are blocking my nose.”

He shifted his balls on her nose until her nostrils were clear.

“Fine now?”

“Ok.”

He leaned forward, his hips still over her face, and took her breasts in his hands. He pinched a nipple. Her mouth opened.

“Ah.”

He pushed his cock in. The shaft slid on her tongue. She moaned. He groaned and drew back until her lips caught the ridge, then pushed in again. The head met the back of her mouth. Spit ran from the corners of her lips down her cheeks. Her hands held his thighs. He pulled on her nipples, and she moaned. The wet sound came out of her each time the head met the back of her mouth.

The pull was too much. She pushed his fingers off her nipples. He leaned forward along her body until his face was level with her crotch, and his weight came down on her. His chest lay on her stomach. The hard curve of his cock eased, and it lay in her mouth. She worked her jaws on the shaft.

“So heavy.”

“Bear it.”

“Kiss Cathy.”

He kissed the front of her bikini bottom. His mouth was hot through the cloth. She moaned around his cock, and the sound went into him. He groaned.

“I smell Cathy.”

“She wet the cloth.”

He pulled the crotch aside and held the cloth there. He kissed her lower lips. A shiver went through her thighs.

“You cannot do that.”

He licked between those lips. She was slick on his tongue. A bead ran onto his lip.

“Unlike you. I am generous.”

He held the cloth aside and licked her open, broad, then with the point of his tongue. The taste was sharp. Her jaws tightened on his cock. He groaned into the lick, and she felt that groan in her. His weight held her hips down when they tried to rise. Her breath came short under his chest.

“So good,” she said around his cock.

“Good. Cum now.”

She sucked him between those breaths. The head was thick on her tongue. Her hands tightened on his thighs. Salt from his skin sat on her tongue with her own spit.

He groaned into her. The groan reached her clit before his tongue did. Then his tongue was on it. Her hips pressed up into his mouth and met the weight.

“Eat,” she got out around his cock. “Tyson said eat.”

He took her hips in his hands and held her to his mouth. The cloth stayed bunched at one side. She stayed on his tongue. Her stomach shifted under his chest with each short breath, and she drew on his cock in the same pull.

He stayed on her clit. His tongue pressed. She shook. Precum came onto her tongue, and she tasted it. His cock swelled against her tongue. Her thighs closed on his ears.

“I can feel all of you.”

“No stops.”

His tongue did not leave her. Another shiver took her thighs. Her lower lips tightened on his tongue. His cock swelled again in her mouth. She moaned around him. The doorbell rang.

They both froze. It rang again.

He rolled off her. His cock left her mouth.

“Do not come out,” she said.

She put on a nightgown, went to the door, and looked through the door eye.



Sweat came on her again. She gathered the clothes in the hall and dropped them in the wash basket.

[RedDranzar]

Very erotic

[Hotgiri]

Awasome update

Lucifer Ji- please post with gif

[Lucifer8797]

She came to him and knelt. Her fingers took his trunks and pulled them down. His cock came out.

Her face was inches from it. The head was thick, the shaft heavy, a wet shine at the slit. She remembered the pleasure this cock had put in her. She petted it with her fingers, fond, the way she would hold something precious.

She licked him like a cone. Her tongue started at the head and went down to the base. The next lick ran beside that wet line, on skin that was still dry, and the next beside that, until spit lay on him in strips.





His hands rested on her head.

She took the head into her mouth. Her lips closed behind the ridge. She moved only that head in and out, her tongue under it, the shaft still in the air.




His hands firmed and he began to guide her.

Her jaw eased. He held her head and fed more of the shaft in, and the head stayed inside her mouth. He moved her as she had been moving. Each time a little more of him passed her lips.





The movement smoothed. The fear that her mouth would tear eased, and he put more in. He stopped going deeper when the tip touched her throat.

Then he held her head in both hands and fucked her mouth. He drew back until her lips caught the ridge, the head filling her mouth, and drove in over her tongue. Spit welled at the corner of her mouth and ran down the shaft.





She took his thighs in her hands. Her lips stretched and shone around him. A wet sound came out of her with every drive. His fingers tightened in her hair. His balls drew up against her chin.




He groaned, pushed in, and came. Hot thick cum shot onto her tongue and filled her mouth. This time she could bear the taste. She held it.




They went to the bathroom together. She bent over the basin and spat what she could. He stepped into the shower.

Late afternoon he laid her on the sofa and put his mouth on her. He stayed there until she came. When she had her breath back, she reached for him.

“No. Not now.”

“Why.”

“This is a pity blowjob.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It should not be a return.”

“Then Tyson can stay in the cover itself.”

“We play for it.”

“What game.”

He downloaded a new wrestling game on the PS5. “This.”

“This is unfair. I am new to this.”

“I have never played it also. Practice in the night. Then it is a fair fight.”

“What then.”

“Winner gets the royal treatment. Till the next match.”

“If I lose, I will keep asking rematch.”

“One in the morning. One in the afternoon. No more.”

“Ok.” She shook his hand.

He made two characters, one for each of them, and set them as close to real as he could.

“I don’t have that big ass.”

“You exactly have that big ass. Thunderthighs.”

“Hate it. What is yours.”

“Ironrod.”

“That is worse.”

Tuesday, after breakfast, Kunal held out a matching set in spandex. Hers was two pieces, cut like a bikini. His was shorts.

“I thought we are playing on the console.”

“We can still dress for it.”

“Everything is a game for you.”

She took her pieces and went to her room. She came back in them. He was on the floor in only the shorts, and the game was on the TV.

She sat beside him, her shoulder against his.

“Let’s begin. Thunderthighs taking on Ironrod,” he said, loud.

She leaned toward the screen and hit the buttons with both thumbs. He played with one hand. On the first move she threw him down.

“I practiced till midnight.”


“Good. I want you sharp when you lose.”

“When you lose.”

He sat forward, caught her, and slammed her down. The round was his.

“One round,” she said. “There are three.”

“Practice. Stretch your jaws.”

“Not yet.”

Next round she watched his thumbs. He went for the same slam. She got free, threw him into the ropes, and put him on the mat. He went quiet, then he laughed.

“You watched my hands.”

“You did the same slam.”

“One each. Last round.”

They both leaned in. She pressed into his arm. He got her down and pinned her.

She put the controller down. Her mouth stayed turned down.

“Floor. Take Tyson out.”

She knelt in front of him and pulled his cock out of the shorts. She sucked him with her face down.



That afternoon, and both matches on Wednesday, he won on the last round. She could feel how close she was. She spat in the basin when it was over. Those evenings she asked Rohan to drop her soon. She told him dinner had to be cooked. He dropped her, and each night she raised the difficulty.

[Lucifer8797]

Thursday morning he took the last round again. By now his cock felt at home in her mouth. When he came, she kept it there until it went down, and she swallowed all of it.





“You take Tyson well.”

That afternoon she won all three rounds. She put him on his back on the floor and rode his face.



“Loser. From now Tyson is not coming out.”

She rode him all afternoon. He tried to get up and finish himself in the bathroom. She held him down.



“No relief for Tyson. Your rule.”

“I was distracted today,” he said. “Tomorrow Tyson will avenge.”

The next morning he put on spandex cut like briefs, with a V at the front. His cock showed through the cloth in one line, thick as a cucumber.

“Time to finish Thunderthighs.”

“Ironrod is going to melt again today.”

“So confident. Best of five. Winner gets a week. No stops.”

“Poor Tyson is going to curse you.”

“Let’s see.”

He took the first round, and the second. She was sweating.

“It is too hot today.”

She took her top off. In the next round, when he had her close to a pin, she leaned in and her hard nipple brushed his arm. She took the round. In the one after, her nipple crossed his back, and she took that round too.

“You are cheating.”

“You started it. See Tyson. He is erect in your briefs.”

“Ok.”

He moved her to one end of the sofa and sat at the other. He set pillows between them.

The last round went long. He won it.

“This is not fair. We should play again in the afternoon.”

“You agreed.”

“No. You cannot change it like this.”

“Ok. New position today. You cooperate, we play in the afternoon.”

“What position.”

“You will know. Deal.”

“I have no choice. Yes.”

“Bedroom.”

“You know the rules.”

“Keep Cathy inside. Now move.”

She lay on her back on her bed. He pulled his briefs off and knelt over her head. His knees pressed the mattress on either side of her, and he looked along her body to her feet. His cock stood over her chest. He reached between his thighs and bent it back toward her face. The shaft kept a hard curve in his fist. He put the head between her lips.

The head filled her mouth. She had his ass in her eyes. He pushed in once. The curved shaft slid on her tongue until the head met the back of her mouth, and his balls settled on her nose. She moaned at the weight of them. He groaned at the grip of her lips on that curve. When she had knelt for him, his balls met her chin and the cock went in straight. This stroke stopped the head at the back of her mouth.





He drew the head out of her mouth.

“You fine?”

“Your balls are blocking my nose.”

He shifted his balls on her nose until her nostrils were clear.

“Fine now?”

“Ok.”

He leaned forward, his hips still over her face, and took her breasts in his hands. He pinched a nipple. Her mouth opened.

“Ah.”





He pushed his cock in. The shaft slid on her tongue. She moaned. He groaned and drew back until her lips caught the ridge, then pushed in again. The head met the back of her mouth. Spit ran from the corners of her lips down her cheeks. Her hands held his thighs. He pulled on her nipples, and she moaned. The wet sound came out of her each time the head met the back of her mouth.

The pull was too much. She pushed his fingers off her nipples. He leaned forward along her body until his face was level with her crotch, and his weight came down on her. His chest lay on her stomach. The hard curve of his cock eased, and it lay in her mouth. She worked her jaws on the shaft.

“So heavy.”

“Bear it.”

“Kiss Cathy.”

He kissed the front of her bikini bottom. His mouth was hot through the cloth. She moaned around his cock, and the sound went into him. He groaned.


“I smell Cathy.”

“She wet the cloth.”

He pulled the crotch aside and held the cloth there. He kissed her lower lips. A shiver went through her thighs.

“You cannot do that.”



He licked between those lips. She was slick on his tongue. A bead ran onto his lip.

“Unlike you. I am generous.”

He held the cloth aside and licked her open, broad, then with the point of his tongue. The taste was sharp. Her jaws tightened on his cock. He groaned into the lick, and she felt that groan in her. His weight held her hips down when they tried to rise. Her breath came short under his chest.





“So good,” she said around his cock.

“Good. Cum now.”

She sucked him between those breaths. The head was thick on her tongue. Her hands tightened on his thighs. Salt from his skin sat on her tongue with her own spit.

He groaned into her. The groan reached her clit before his tongue did. Then his tongue was on it. Her hips pressed up into his mouth and met the weight.




“Eat,” she got out around his cock. “Tyson said eat.”

He took her hips in his hands and held her to his mouth. The cloth stayed bunched at one side. She stayed on his tongue. Her stomach shifted under his chest with each short breath, and she drew on his cock in the same pull.





He stayed on her clit. His tongue pressed. She shook. Precum came onto her tongue, and she tasted it. His cock swelled against her tongue. Her thighs closed on his ears.

“I can feel all of you.”

“No stops.”




His tongue did not leave her. Another shiver took her thighs. Her lower lips tightened on his tongue. His cock swelled again in her mouth. She moaned around him. The doorbell rang.

They both froze. It rang again.

He rolled off her. His cock left her mouth.

“Do not come out,” she said.

She put on a nightgown, went to the door, and looked through the door eye.


Sweat came on her again. She gathered the clothes in the hall and dropped them in the wash basket.

[Hotgiri]

Thank you Lucifer for awasome update with gif

[NityaSakti]

Super update. Give something to Rohan. Tyson is stretching cathy every time. She can't feel wimp Rohan cock inside her after marriage. Let them make him a complete cuck and spectator of the adventure and make him lick and drink her well fucked pussy..

[Hotgiri]

Is there any chance of Isha and Kunal have threesome with someone other

[sakurasan]

Is there any chance of Isha and Kunal have threesome with someone other

Bro, Love triangle story. No fourth person getting into the sex. Not in plan for this story.

[sakurasan]

Super update. Give something to Rohan. Tyson is stretching cathy every time. She can't feel wimp Rohan cock inside her after marriage. Let them make him a complete cuck and spectator of the adventure and make him lick and drink her well fucked pussy..

Good ideas.

[sakurasan]

Super update. Give something to Rohan. Tyson is stretching cathy every time. She can't feel wimp Rohan cock inside her after marriage. Let them make him a complete cuck and spectator of the adventure and make him lick and drink her well fucked pussy..

Good ideas. Will take whatever suits this story.

[Hotgiri]

Let Rohan be cuckold and watch Isha and Rohan sex