15-03-2019, 02:35 PM
"Hai Ram, you are so beautiful, babhi" Gaurev moaned. He released her breast for a moment to peel off his t-shirt, revealing his toned torso. Meanwhile, Harinder kneeled down, cupped her breast to steady it, and then took her nipple into his mouth. The breast disappeared behind his heavy beard. She arched her back as he suckled and nipped at it. Her hand jerked away from Vikram's ass to grab the back of Harinder's head and force him harder onto her aching breast.
"Oh yea, you like that don't you!" Vikram growled, the pace of his rocking hips building.
Another moan in response.
Behind, Rahul still had his head buried between her legs, his tongue diving and tasting her juices. He lapped at her clit. As he continued to taste her sex, he brought two fingers to her opening, caressing the soft folds of flesh before sliding them into her.
Sonali moaned and writhed, her body quivering.
Someone had turned the television off, the eroticism of her moans and whimpers music enough.
Vikram watched his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as his friends groped and pleasured her. He watched her body responding, her muscles shuddering and her glistening flesh trembling.
In and out of her mouth his cock slid. Back and forth it glided along her lips.
In and out.
In.
Out.
Gaurev had stripped out of his clothes. His hard cock thrust straight in the air, the foreskin completely peeled back. He joined Harinder to take her free breast into his mouth. His other hand fell on her belly, caressing the warm, quivering flesh from navel to pelvis. The two men continued to lick and suck on her nipples, making her shiver. Then, Harinder rose and started to strip. His turban, long disheveled, he let unwind and fall to the ground, his hair remaining in a loose bun. He pulled off his kurta to reveal a hairy barrel chest. Pants and underwear. Engorged, his cock was thick and heavy, a mass of meat.
"Hai, mere jaan. Mere jaan. Sonali. Sonali." Vikram moaned.
Mewling around her husband's pistoning cock, Sonali reached out and blindly groped for Harinder's cock. He took her hand and helped her wrap her fingers around his thick member. The veins pulsated under her grip. Her body quivered from their ministrations.
His fingers massaging the folds of her opening, Rahul set his mouth directly on her swollen clit to lap and press at the engorged button with his tongue. She whimpered almost immediately, her muscles starting to clench, her fingers tightening around Harinder's shaft, too lost in her own pleasure to do much more. The Punjabi grunted in pleasure.
"Sonali," Vikram purred, recognized the signs of her approaching climax.
Purring around the cock fucking her mouth, Sonali's back slowly arched up off the settee, feeding herself to Gaurev's suckling mouth. She continued to arch up, her legs now pushing down around Rahul's back, pulling him into her. Rahul moved his hands under her to brace her. Her sex pushed into his face. Sonali's nearing orgasm caused her muscles to clench and her neck to bend back, straining to keep her husband's cock in her mouth. Vikram continued to pump into her mouth.
Harinder looked down at her. Gaurev raised his head from her breast, watching her. She was lust personified. Every fantasy come to life.
Then, the pressure burst as the orgasm exploded through her. Whimpers turned into grunts. Quivers became spasms. With her body bent into the air, she writhed and twisted as waves of pleasure coursed through every nerve and fiber. Her eyes were closed tightly, her features contorting with the ecstasy rolling through her while her mouth opened in a guttural moan of pleasure. Vikram's let his cock slip out.
"Bhabhi, she's ... wow." Karan groaned. He held his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it.
Sonali continued writhing through the explosive orgasm. Under a sheen of sweat her light brown flesh trembled, her belly quivering spastically. It was the most erotic tableau Vikram had ever seen. Eventually, as her orgasm subsided, her body relaxed, settling back to the settee. Loose strands of her hair hung over the settee's edge, a few sticking to the light coating of sweat upon her cheek and forehead. She trembled through a couple of aftershocks before reaching for her husband's cock again. Smiling at him, she began to stroke it.
Harinder and Gaurev, overwhelmed, stepped back to watch the scene. Meanwhile, after lapping at her orgasmic juices, Rahul pulled away. He laid her legs down. Weakened by their treatment, she lay limply on the settee. The others watched patiently, stroking their cocks, as Rahul stripped off his clothes. Vikram had known him the longest and he couldn't help but compare himself to his closest friend. His lithe frame was all corded muscles, his cock a long hard shaft ending in the bruised head of his glans. It quivered in anticipation.
"Oh yea, you like that don't you!" Vikram growled, the pace of his rocking hips building.
Another moan in response.
Behind, Rahul still had his head buried between her legs, his tongue diving and tasting her juices. He lapped at her clit. As he continued to taste her sex, he brought two fingers to her opening, caressing the soft folds of flesh before sliding them into her.
Sonali moaned and writhed, her body quivering.
Someone had turned the television off, the eroticism of her moans and whimpers music enough.
Vikram watched his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as his friends groped and pleasured her. He watched her body responding, her muscles shuddering and her glistening flesh trembling.
In and out of her mouth his cock slid. Back and forth it glided along her lips.
In and out.
In.
Out.
Gaurev had stripped out of his clothes. His hard cock thrust straight in the air, the foreskin completely peeled back. He joined Harinder to take her free breast into his mouth. His other hand fell on her belly, caressing the warm, quivering flesh from navel to pelvis. The two men continued to lick and suck on her nipples, making her shiver. Then, Harinder rose and started to strip. His turban, long disheveled, he let unwind and fall to the ground, his hair remaining in a loose bun. He pulled off his kurta to reveal a hairy barrel chest. Pants and underwear. Engorged, his cock was thick and heavy, a mass of meat.
"Hai, mere jaan. Mere jaan. Sonali. Sonali." Vikram moaned.
Mewling around her husband's pistoning cock, Sonali reached out and blindly groped for Harinder's cock. He took her hand and helped her wrap her fingers around his thick member. The veins pulsated under her grip. Her body quivered from their ministrations.
His fingers massaging the folds of her opening, Rahul set his mouth directly on her swollen clit to lap and press at the engorged button with his tongue. She whimpered almost immediately, her muscles starting to clench, her fingers tightening around Harinder's shaft, too lost in her own pleasure to do much more. The Punjabi grunted in pleasure.
"Sonali," Vikram purred, recognized the signs of her approaching climax.
Purring around the cock fucking her mouth, Sonali's back slowly arched up off the settee, feeding herself to Gaurev's suckling mouth. She continued to arch up, her legs now pushing down around Rahul's back, pulling him into her. Rahul moved his hands under her to brace her. Her sex pushed into his face. Sonali's nearing orgasm caused her muscles to clench and her neck to bend back, straining to keep her husband's cock in her mouth. Vikram continued to pump into her mouth.
Harinder looked down at her. Gaurev raised his head from her breast, watching her. She was lust personified. Every fantasy come to life.
Then, the pressure burst as the orgasm exploded through her. Whimpers turned into grunts. Quivers became spasms. With her body bent into the air, she writhed and twisted as waves of pleasure coursed through every nerve and fiber. Her eyes were closed tightly, her features contorting with the ecstasy rolling through her while her mouth opened in a guttural moan of pleasure. Vikram's let his cock slip out.
"Bhabhi, she's ... wow." Karan groaned. He held his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it.
Sonali continued writhing through the explosive orgasm. Under a sheen of sweat her light brown flesh trembled, her belly quivering spastically. It was the most erotic tableau Vikram had ever seen. Eventually, as her orgasm subsided, her body relaxed, settling back to the settee. Loose strands of her hair hung over the settee's edge, a few sticking to the light coating of sweat upon her cheek and forehead. She trembled through a couple of aftershocks before reaching for her husband's cock again. Smiling at him, she began to stroke it.
Harinder and Gaurev, overwhelmed, stepped back to watch the scene. Meanwhile, after lapping at her orgasmic juices, Rahul pulled away. He laid her legs down. Weakened by their treatment, she lay limply on the settee. The others watched patiently, stroking their cocks, as Rahul stripped off his clothes. Vikram had known him the longest and he couldn't help but compare himself to his closest friend. His lithe frame was all corded muscles, his cock a long hard shaft ending in the bruised head of his glans. It quivered in anticipation.
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