[Suresh@123]

Deepa stood trembling in the middle of the room, reduced to only her damp bra and panties. Her body felt like melting wax under the older couple’s hands—soft, pliant, no longer fully her own. Panic and unwanted arousal warred inside her. The thin cotton of her panties clung wetly to her mound, dark with fresh juices that had leaked from every teasing touch Pramila and Pawan had already given her. Her 34 breasts heaved inside the bra, nipples diamond-hard and scbanging against the fabric with every shaky breath. Tears still streaked her face. She kept shaking her head in weak denial even as her thighs quivered.
Pramila’s experienced hands never stopped moving. They stroked down Deepa’s sides, cupped the undersides of her breasts through the bra, slid around to squeeze the soft flesh of her ass, then returned to her trembling stomach. Every touch was deliberate, effective, designed to keep the younger woman’s nerves screaming.
“Shhh, beta… just feel,” Pramila murmured, voice thick with her own rising heat.
Pawan sank to his knees again. His rough fingers hooked into the waistband of Deepa’s soaked panties. He peeled them down with agonizing slowness—inch by inch—revealing first the soft upper mound, then the clean-shaven, swollen pussy lips already shiny and parted from arousal. The panties clung for a second at the wettest point before pulling free with a soft, sticky sound. Pawan’s eyes glowed with raw hunger at the sight of that smooth, puffy, glistening cunt.
From above, Pramila unhooked the bra with one practised motion. The cups sprang apart. Deepa’s full breasts spilled free, heavy and flushed, the dark nipples standing stiff. Cool air hit them and she whimpered.
“Please, Aunty… please leave me… please…” Deepa’s voice cracked with fresh tears. She still pleaded even while her body betrayed her.
Pawan rose just enough to press one thick finger against her soft lips.
“Shhhhhhhhh… shhhhh. No more words like that. Now we will make you taste the real thing.”
















“Please, Aunty… please leave me… please…” Deepa’s voice cracked with fresh tears. She still pleaded even while her body betrayed her.
Pawan rose just enough to press one thick finger against her soft lips.
“Shhhhhhhhh… shhhhh. No more words like that. Now we will make you taste the real thing.”
He guided her backward until the edge of the bed touched her knees. She sank down. Pramila immediately moved behind her, settling on the mattress and pulling Deepa’s upper body into her lap so the younger woman’s head rested against her full breasts. Pramila’s arms came around, catching both of Deepa’s wrists and pinning them gently but firmly above her head against the pillows. Deepa was held open, helpless, her naked body displayed.
“Part your legs,” Pramila ordered softly.
Deepa shook her head, sobbing. Pramila simply used her own legs to push Deepa’s thighs apart, wider and wider, until the younger woman’s clean-shaven pussy was fully exposed—pink folds glistening, the small hole visibly twitching, a thin thread of wetness already sliding down toward her ass. The sight was obscenely beautiful: a 31-year-old married woman’s most private place held wide open for a 52-year-old man.
Pawan knelt between those spread thighs. His face was only inches from the glittering pink cunt. Deepa’s entire body stiffened. She shook her head harder, tears flying.
“Please… no… Aunty… Uncle… please…”
He ignored the words. He lowered his mouth and sealed it over her pussy in one hungry claim.
“Hmmmmm… mm… ahhhhhh… nooooooo—” Deepa’s moan tore out of her, high and broken.
Pawan groaned against her flesh, the vibration shooting straight into her clit. The sound of his pleasure only made him more aggressive. His tongue pushed deep between the swollen folds, licking firmly from the bottom of her slit all the way up over her clit, then spearing into the tight hole itself. He fucked her with his tongue—wet, relentless, curling inside her.
“Aaahhhhhhhj… Auntyyyyyyuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….. I can’ttttttttttttt………” Deepa cried, voice rising louder and louder. Her hips jerked helplessly against his face. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the room—obscene suckling and slurping as he drank her.
Pramila, fully aroused by the younger woman’s helpless cries, leaned down and captured one stiff nipple between her lips. She sucked hard, tongue flicking the peak, while her free hand pinched and rolled the other nipple. Deepa was trapped between two hungry mouths—one devouring her breasts, the other buried in her cunt.
“Mmmmm… aa… ahhhhhh… nooooo…” Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls. “Aunty… please… it’s too much… I can’t… ahhhhh—”















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“Mmmmm… aa… ahhhhhh… nooooo…” Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls. “Aunty… please… it’s too much… I can’t… ahhhhh—”
Pawan added one thick finger alongside his tongue. He pushed it in slowly, feeling the silky wet heat clamp around the intrusion, then began to pump it in time with his licking. Deepa’s back arched hard. Her wrists strained against Pramila’s hold.
“Ahhhhhh… ohhhhh goddddddddd…..” she sobbed. The dual stimulation was destroying her. Every nerve felt raw. Her clean-shaven pussy clenched and fluttered around the invading finger while Pramila’s mouth worked her nipples with merciless skill.
Pawan curled the finger and rubbed firmly against the rough spot inside her. At the same moment he sucked her clit hard between his lips. Deepa’s entire body went rigid.
“Auntyyyyyyyyyu… ttyyyyyyyyyy… margayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii… noooooooooooooo—!”
A violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down and then released in hard pulses, squirting a clear, forceful jet of fluid straight onto Pawan’s waiting face and tongue. She cried out so loudly the sound bounced through the house. Her stomach clenched, thighs shaking uncontrollably in Pramila’s grip. The climax seemed to last forever—wave after wave while Pawan kept licking and fingering her through it, forcing every last drop out of her.
When the peak finally began to ebb, Pramila released Deepa’s wrists. The younger woman’s arms fell limp to the bed. She lay panting, chest heaving, face flushed deep red with utter shame. Juices still leaked from her thoroughly licked pussy onto the sheets.
Pawan lifted his shining face and looked at his wife with dark satisfaction.
“Look, Pramila. Look at this bitch. How much heat she has locked inside her… yet she pretends to be a pure sati-savitri. Look how hard she just squirted her orgasm all over my face.”
Deepa’s eyes burned with fresh tears of humiliation. She had never come so hard, never squirted like that—not even with her husband. And it had been forced out of her by this older couple’s mouths and hands. Their touch felt like magic and ruin at the same time. She could only pant, heavy and broken, body still twitching with aftershocks.
Pramila stroked her damp hair almost tenderly.
“Deepa beta… that was not the end. That was only a sample. We have so many more games planned for this hot little body of yours.”
“Nooooo… no, Aunty… please, Aunty, I will go… please let me go…” Deepa begged, voice hoarse.
Pawan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled down at her.
“My sweet Deepa… wait for the next round. We are nowhere near finished.”
Pramila moved quickly. She caught both of Deepa’s ankles and forced her legs wide apart again—this time extreme, almost 180 degrees—until the younger woman’s hips ached with the stretch and her glistening, freshly climaxed pussy was obscenely displayed once more. The pink folds were even more swollen now, the small hole still twitching and leaking.
Pawan did not hesitate. He pressed two thick fingers against the slick entrance. Because she was so soaked, they slipped inside with almost no resistance—burying to the knuckles in one smooth thrust.
“Ahhhhhh—!” Deepa’s sharp cry rang out.
He gave her only a second to adjust before he began to finger-fuck her hard and fast. His rough fingers pistoned in and out of her cunt with wet, rapid strokes. The obscene sounds filled the room—chupk… chupk… cupku… cupku—loud, filthy, unmistakable evidence of how wet she was.
Deepa’s body reacted like rubber, like melting ice. Her hips jerked helplessly with every thrust. Her breasts bounced. Her mouth fell open in continuous broken moans.
“Hmmm… mm… ahhhhhh… haaaaaaaa… nooooooo… wowwwqqqqqqq… leave… please leave—”
But Pawan only increased the speed. His fingers curled and rubbed that sensitive inner wall on every inward stroke while his thumb pressed firmly against her still-throbbing clit. The wet sounds grew louder, messier. Fresh juices poured out around his fingers, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath her.
Deepa’s second orgasm built with terrifying speed. Her eyes rolled back. Her toes curled. The stretch of her wide-open legs only intensified every sensation.
“Ohhhhhhhhh… Godfddddfffffffddddddddddddddddd—!”
She came again—harder, wetter. A full, forceful jet of squirt erupted from her pussy in rhythmic pulses, spraying Pawan’s wrist and forearm, soaking the bed. Her entire body convulsed. Loud, raw cries tore from her throat as the climax crashed through her. Pramila held her legs ruthlessly wide the entire time, forcing her to take every second of the forced pleasure in full view.














Deepa’s second orgasm built with terrifying speed. Her eyes rolled back. Her toes curled. The stretch of her wide-open legs only intensified every sensation.
“Ohhhhhhhhh… Godfddddfffffffddddddddddddddddd—!”
She came again—harder, wetter. A full, forceful jet of squirt erupted from her pussy in rhythmic pulses, spraying Pawan’s wrist and forearm, soaking the bed. Her entire body convulsed. Loud, raw cries tore from her throat as the climax crashed through her. Pramila held her legs ruthlessly wide the entire time, forcing her to take every second of the forced pleasure in full view.
When the last spurt finally faded, Deepa collapsed boneless against the mattress, completely spent, chest heaving, face wet with tears and sweat. Her pussy continued to twitch and leak. Shame burned through her hotter than the orgasms—shame at how easily these older hands and mouths had made her body betray every principle she thought she owned.
Pawan slowly withdrew his dripping fingers and held them up for both women to see. They shone in the afternoon light.
“Still so much heat left inside,” he said quietly. “We have only started tasting you, Deepa. There is so much more of this body left to explore… and we have all afternoon.”
Pramila released Deepa’s legs at last and leaned down to kiss her forehead with almost maternal softness.
“Rest for few minute, beta. Then we begin the real games.”
Deepa could only lie there panting, legs still weakly open, the evidence of her two forced, squirting orgasms glistening on her thighs and the sheets. The older couple’s hands had worked magic she never wanted and could no longer deny. And they were far from finished.

[Suresh@123]

In Home Rahul so felt ashamed that the neighbour aunty saw us while I kissing my elder sister... Its so shame... And he feeling so ashamed.. Due to my fault my sister going there for telling excuse to aunty.. But Rahul thinking still sister not return already half an hour finished but still not came... He worrying about his elder sister Deepa. OK he think I also will go and excuse aunty. It's full my mistake I forced her. But Deepa sistes nothing involment in this.. So he think and decided to go there aunty house... And he went neighbour house... Main door not closed so he went inside and closed the door. I think they forget to close door and he closed Main door.... After he watching around house but no one there.. After a 4 minutes loud cries heard... Nooooooooo auntyyyyyyyuyuyu..... Aunclreeeeeeeeeeed.. Mhmmmmmmn margayiiiiii . Oghhhhh goddddddddddfd... Rahul's mind shock after hear the louder moans.. It's the voice is similar to his sister Deepa..... His mind spins.. Mwhat happening to my sister.. He thinking and searching and went inside of bedroom door and saw... His jaw dropped and shocked to see there......

[gvsubu1995]

Wow super hot update

[Tamilmathi]

Great , awsome update

[Shabaz123]

Hot superb update..

[Bobby9034]

I loved you bringing back the cops but you changed their appearance, in start they are burly pot bellied sweaty and smell of beedis now they solid built with broad shoulders and flat stomachs we already have hot young guys she should also enjoy the under belly of society, it makes hot that villain P0lice officers can get a hot woman like Deepa.  I liked her being turned on even at the start when they take brother to lockup and again now, she doesn’t want to but her body has mind of its own. 
But only Jonny had fun the cops were told to wait outside but here you put they made her cum in cell.  
I think you made them too nice when they say if she says no they will respect these 2 are corrupted 0fficers they should blackmail and she be a bit more reluctant but still enjoy as she can’t help as too turned on.
I think someone here suggestion of waiting for party to end and Charan being drunk was good as it’s not possible for host to be away for that long without someone noticing.  I loved the cops decribing what they were going to do it was hot, especially when saying We’ll take you together, in turns uff too hot and Deepa just listening to them planning on ravishing her body.  Can’t believe they didn’t use the bed, but chair and table.. 
Now they have video they can blackmail, for more again and again will be good if they make her come to station and enjoy her in l0ckup, just imagine Deepa being dp’d on charpai in P0lice cell     Very good updates please continue