15-03-2019, 02:37 PM
"God, you are so beautiful," Gaurev repeated his compliment, watching her grind herself against his crotch. They stared into each other's eyes.
"You feel so good inside me," she purred in response.
He was slower, gentler than the others. He wanted to make it last. He pulled back, held it for a breath, and then slid his shaft back inside her.
"Oh yes," she cried, her hips matching his slow rhythm.
In and out. In and out. Slowly. Gently. He slid his hard cock into her again and again in rhythmic waves. She lay beneath him, her body responding to him; her hips rising to meet each stroke, her breasts heaving with shallow, rapid breaths.
"Yes. Yes," she moaned, turning her head to look at her audience. Her eyes were filled with that ever-present need.
Soon, Gaurev couldn't control it any longer. His strokes became faster and harder. He grunted with each pistoning motion, pushing her down into the cushions.
"So beautiful," he moaned. "Sonali."
"Fuck me, Gaurev," she whimpered, turning her face to him. Each time her ass was driven into the cushion her legs lifted it again, her hips coming up to meet his next thrust. Her fingers tensed, scratching at his shoulders. Her toes curled. Then, the tension spread through her limbs, the muscles clenching as their fucking stirred another orgasm. Her abdomen drew in as the tension spread to her torso. Her chest rose and feel, breasts swaying.
"Oh Gaurev. Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" She grunted through a clenched jaw. Gaurev grunted in appreciation, his hips doing as she commanded. Pounding. Hammering.
"Sonali. Sonali."
To Vikram, it was odd hearing another man say his wife's name with so much need. He wondered if he said his girlfriend's name in the same way. A mischievous smile crossed his lips as he wondered what these men's wives would have thought about the night's events. He wondered if any of their wives would have been so lascivious.
"Hai, Gaurev! Hai!" Sonali cried, her body arching off the couch, shoving herself up to grind against his crotch. Her head rolled back, mouth hanging open, eyes shut. "Hai, Ram! Hai, Ram! ... Hai! ... Hai!"
As her hips made spastic humping motions in the air, her pussy spasmed around Gaurev's cock. This brought his own climax roaring ahead and he groaned as he unleashed his load of semen inside her.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck!" he grunted.
"Oh yes!" She cried.
It wasn't a particularly powerful orgasm and soon her quivering form began to settle down as he finished coming. His hips followed hers back down to the couch as her pussy milked the last of his seed from his softening member. They remained joined for a few moments more, Gaurev leaning over her, still staring at her. She shuddered beneath him as her body slowly recovered. He leaned down and gave her a kiss before he pulled himself up and out of her. Falling back against the opposite armrest he was unable to take his eyes of her.
She lay with one arm thrown above her head and over the armrest, the other across her abdomen. One foot dropped to the floor limply, as she stretched out her other leg to rest it on Gaurev's lap. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breaths as she stared out into the room again, eyes smiling at Vikram.
"Our turn," Sunil announced. He then turned to Vikram with a lewd expression. "But, I want to ... put it in her ass."
Vikram frowned and then looked at his wife questioningly. "Remember the rules. It's Sonali's choice. Ask her."
"Babhi?"
Sonali, still looking at Vikram, just nodded.
"I'm going to join them." Karan looked from Vikram to Sonali. "I want to have her at the same time. Sunil and I talked about it."
Vikram watched his wife as her eyes lit up. Sonali wasn't averse to anal sex. They had tried it on occasion before and once, while fucking her from behind, he had buried his fingers in her pussy. The look on her face told him that she was remembering that experience.
"You feel so good inside me," she purred in response.
He was slower, gentler than the others. He wanted to make it last. He pulled back, held it for a breath, and then slid his shaft back inside her.
"Oh yes," she cried, her hips matching his slow rhythm.
In and out. In and out. Slowly. Gently. He slid his hard cock into her again and again in rhythmic waves. She lay beneath him, her body responding to him; her hips rising to meet each stroke, her breasts heaving with shallow, rapid breaths.
"Yes. Yes," she moaned, turning her head to look at her audience. Her eyes were filled with that ever-present need.
Soon, Gaurev couldn't control it any longer. His strokes became faster and harder. He grunted with each pistoning motion, pushing her down into the cushions.
"So beautiful," he moaned. "Sonali."
"Fuck me, Gaurev," she whimpered, turning her face to him. Each time her ass was driven into the cushion her legs lifted it again, her hips coming up to meet his next thrust. Her fingers tensed, scratching at his shoulders. Her toes curled. Then, the tension spread through her limbs, the muscles clenching as their fucking stirred another orgasm. Her abdomen drew in as the tension spread to her torso. Her chest rose and feel, breasts swaying.
"Oh Gaurev. Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" She grunted through a clenched jaw. Gaurev grunted in appreciation, his hips doing as she commanded. Pounding. Hammering.
"Sonali. Sonali."
To Vikram, it was odd hearing another man say his wife's name with so much need. He wondered if he said his girlfriend's name in the same way. A mischievous smile crossed his lips as he wondered what these men's wives would have thought about the night's events. He wondered if any of their wives would have been so lascivious.
"Hai, Gaurev! Hai!" Sonali cried, her body arching off the couch, shoving herself up to grind against his crotch. Her head rolled back, mouth hanging open, eyes shut. "Hai, Ram! Hai, Ram! ... Hai! ... Hai!"
As her hips made spastic humping motions in the air, her pussy spasmed around Gaurev's cock. This brought his own climax roaring ahead and he groaned as he unleashed his load of semen inside her.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck!" he grunted.
"Oh yes!" She cried.
It wasn't a particularly powerful orgasm and soon her quivering form began to settle down as he finished coming. His hips followed hers back down to the couch as her pussy milked the last of his seed from his softening member. They remained joined for a few moments more, Gaurev leaning over her, still staring at her. She shuddered beneath him as her body slowly recovered. He leaned down and gave her a kiss before he pulled himself up and out of her. Falling back against the opposite armrest he was unable to take his eyes of her.
She lay with one arm thrown above her head and over the armrest, the other across her abdomen. One foot dropped to the floor limply, as she stretched out her other leg to rest it on Gaurev's lap. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breaths as she stared out into the room again, eyes smiling at Vikram.
"Our turn," Sunil announced. He then turned to Vikram with a lewd expression. "But, I want to ... put it in her ass."
Vikram frowned and then looked at his wife questioningly. "Remember the rules. It's Sonali's choice. Ask her."
"Babhi?"
Sonali, still looking at Vikram, just nodded.
"I'm going to join them." Karan looked from Vikram to Sonali. "I want to have her at the same time. Sunil and I talked about it."
Vikram watched his wife as her eyes lit up. Sonali wasn't averse to anal sex. They had tried it on occasion before and once, while fucking her from behind, he had buried his fingers in her pussy. The look on her face told him that she was remembering that experience.
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