09-02-2020, 08:16 PM
Watching all this, Vikram felt his own desire building like a heavy weight on his chest. With each quiet whimper coming from his wife, he felt blood pulse to his hardening cock. And, as he watched Rahul squeeze her breast through her kameez, he imagined what it would soon be like to watch someone fondling her naked flesh. Seeing her dark mounds being kneaded. Her swollen nipples pinched. Licked. Suckled.
Vikram cleared his throat, realizing his daydreaming had allowed the session to last a bit longer than he'd meant. He gestured to Karan as the song changed again. Karan smoothly changed places, not breaking her trance. Karan stood behind her as well, realizing what his friend wanted and wrapped his hands around her waist. Sonali leaned into him as they moved with the music.
Karan kept his eyes on Vikram as one hand fell to her hip while the other moved up to hold a breast. He was bolder. Not just molding the pliant flesh, he began to rub the hard nipple with his forefinger. Sonali had her eyes closed and a carnal purr escaped her lips. She pushed back against him. His free hand moved the hem of her kameez aside and came to rest on her bare belly. She shuddered.
Then, she took the initiative. With a furtive glance at her husband, she suddenly spun around and pulled Karan's head down, kissing him. The fingers of one hand twined themselves into his hair as her hand settled at the back of his head pressing his lips firmer against her. As their lips quickly parted, allowing their tongues to duel in the space between, Sonali's throat vibrated with a needy moan. The fingers of her free hand scratched at his bare shoulder. As the passion of their kissing grew, Karan's hand went beneath her salwar to knead the bare skin of her ass, eliciting another needy moan from her.
Time seemed to slow. Their mouths hungrily ate at each other. Karan's fingers groped at her ass. The intensity of her writhing grew. She reached down to pull up his tank top, her hands moving across his hard abdomen to his chest. Vikram stood there and watched as his wife rocked and ground herself against another man's cock. His friend's cock. The image mesmerized Vikram. His cock throbbed angrily.
There was no stopping things now. If there ever really had been.
Vikram cleared his throat, realizing his daydreaming had allowed the session to last a bit longer than he'd meant. He gestured to Karan as the song changed again. Karan smoothly changed places, not breaking her trance. Karan stood behind her as well, realizing what his friend wanted and wrapped his hands around her waist. Sonali leaned into him as they moved with the music.
Karan kept his eyes on Vikram as one hand fell to her hip while the other moved up to hold a breast. He was bolder. Not just molding the pliant flesh, he began to rub the hard nipple with his forefinger. Sonali had her eyes closed and a carnal purr escaped her lips. She pushed back against him. His free hand moved the hem of her kameez aside and came to rest on her bare belly. She shuddered.
Then, she took the initiative. With a furtive glance at her husband, she suddenly spun around and pulled Karan's head down, kissing him. The fingers of one hand twined themselves into his hair as her hand settled at the back of his head pressing his lips firmer against her. As their lips quickly parted, allowing their tongues to duel in the space between, Sonali's throat vibrated with a needy moan. The fingers of her free hand scratched at his bare shoulder. As the passion of their kissing grew, Karan's hand went beneath her salwar to knead the bare skin of her ass, eliciting another needy moan from her.
Time seemed to slow. Their mouths hungrily ate at each other. Karan's fingers groped at her ass. The intensity of her writhing grew. She reached down to pull up his tank top, her hands moving across his hard abdomen to his chest. Vikram stood there and watched as his wife rocked and ground herself against another man's cock. His friend's cock. The image mesmerized Vikram. His cock throbbed angrily.
There was no stopping things now. If there ever really had been.
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