21-02-2019, 07:23 PM
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Asif, with a triumphant grunt, managed to forcefully thrust his engorged cock between the soft, pliant lips of Chaitali, her jaw parting to accept his intrusion. He commenced to savagely pump in and out of her oral cavity, the motion reminiscent of an unbridled rodeo stallion, his grip on her hair tightening as if it were the reins of that very beast, guiding him through a tumultuous ride of pleasure. His hips bucked rhythmically, a silent symphony of depravity that echoed through the dimly lit room. The sensation of her wet mouth surrounding him brought him to the brink of euphoria.
Meanwhile, Santhosh could feel the potent effects of the administered knockout agent beginning to wane within Chaitali's system. Her eyes, once glazed over with unconsciousness, began to flutter open, revealing pools of confusion.
Her mouth, initially slack in submission, grew alive with the caress of her tongue, a gentle, exploratory dance along the velvety shaft of his member. The suddenness of her reviving consciousness sent a bolt of electricity through his body, heightening his carnality. He could see the dawning realization in her eyes, the haze of the drug lifting like a veil. The initial panic was palpable, but it quickly morphed into a reluctant acceptance of the carnally divine act playing out between them.
Santhosh, noticing her involuntary movements, took this as a cue to claim her in a more primal fashion. He positioned his rigid, pulsating erection at the gateway of her sex, the slick folds of her pussy beckoning him closer. With a swift and decisive motion, he slid his thick, meaty cock through the wet, welcoming lips of her cunt, her body instinctively attempting to close around him in a futile effort to protect her virtue. But it was too late for modesty, too late for protest.