10-02-2020, 07:24 PM
Vikram moved up behind her again and put his hands on her hips. As Karan moved his hand away, Vikram moved her hair aside and began to nibble at her neck. She leaned her head back and whimpered.
"Take of his shirt." Vikram whispered into her ear as he winked at Karan. "It's okay."
Without saying a word, Sonali took his shirt in her hands and began to peel it up. Karan raised his arms and Sonali took off the shirt and dropped it to the floor. Sonali looked at Karan, her hand admiringly tracing the lines of his hard torso. Pectorals. Ribs. Abdomen. If he wasn't so aroused, Vikram might have been jealous. Vikram stepped back as she leaned into Karan. They began to kiss again.
Vikram let the kissing go on for a few slow moments before again approaching his wife. Karan shifted away from her as she leaned back into her husband. She turned around to face Vikram and hung her head forward so that her hair fell forward, concealing her profile as she moved into Vikram's arms. After another moment she lifted her gaze to Vikram. Her lustful expression was tinged with guilt, telling him she questioned why she was doing what she was, but couldn't help herself. In that moment he feared her proper side might overpower the improper one, and she'd put a stop to things progressing.
"It's okay, Sonali," he told her with a reassuring smile. She stared into his eyes. Seeing that he really was okay with things, her guilt seemed too fade and a relieved sigh slipped past her lips. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head back so he could gaze down into her eyes. His blood raced at the strength of the heat smoldering beneath her heavy lids. There was hunger and desire there. It was like nothing he'd seen before. Her panting breath slipped past her trembling lip. Lower, the swell of her breasts under her kameez, with their hard, erect nipples, quivered with her unsteady breaths.
Vikram turned Sonali around, so she was facing her admirers.
"It's alright," he whispered, his hands sliding down to the front of her salwar. "All you have to do is say No."
"Take of his shirt." Vikram whispered into her ear as he winked at Karan. "It's okay."
Without saying a word, Sonali took his shirt in her hands and began to peel it up. Karan raised his arms and Sonali took off the shirt and dropped it to the floor. Sonali looked at Karan, her hand admiringly tracing the lines of his hard torso. Pectorals. Ribs. Abdomen. If he wasn't so aroused, Vikram might have been jealous. Vikram stepped back as she leaned into Karan. They began to kiss again.
Vikram let the kissing go on for a few slow moments before again approaching his wife. Karan shifted away from her as she leaned back into her husband. She turned around to face Vikram and hung her head forward so that her hair fell forward, concealing her profile as she moved into Vikram's arms. After another moment she lifted her gaze to Vikram. Her lustful expression was tinged with guilt, telling him she questioned why she was doing what she was, but couldn't help herself. In that moment he feared her proper side might overpower the improper one, and she'd put a stop to things progressing.
"It's okay, Sonali," he told her with a reassuring smile. She stared into his eyes. Seeing that he really was okay with things, her guilt seemed too fade and a relieved sigh slipped past her lips. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head back so he could gaze down into her eyes. His blood raced at the strength of the heat smoldering beneath her heavy lids. There was hunger and desire there. It was like nothing he'd seen before. Her panting breath slipped past her trembling lip. Lower, the swell of her breasts under her kameez, with their hard, erect nipples, quivered with her unsteady breaths.
Vikram turned Sonali around, so she was facing her admirers.
"It's alright," he whispered, his hands sliding down to the front of her salwar. "All you have to do is say No."
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