17-03-2019, 06:18 PM
Harinder growled in pleasure as her head began to slowly bob up and down. He entwined his fingers in her hair. Up and down. Up and down. He felt the pressure building deep inside him and he let out a long, low moan. Then, she released his cock. Her eyes had the same heavy-lidded need that had overcome her that night. His cock, now ramrod straight in the air, twitched at the sight.
"Sonali." The word came out like a mantra. "Hai Rabba, Sonali."
"Undress me," Sonali said, drawing his hands to her top. Harinder gingerly worked his way down her shirt, button by button, slowly revealing the soft brown skin. He peeled the shirt off her shoulders. He had seen her naked before, but his breath caught as he looked at her. Her bra, a rose pink, was so low cut that it revealed an alluring expanse of flesh. Her thick nipples, already hard, pushed against the thin fabric. From there, a flat, toned belly.
Sonali reached behind her and unclasp the bra, letting it slide down her arms before dropping it on the floor.
He had her to himself tonight and he drank her in. He lingered on the shape of her widely spaced breasts - full, firm, and high with rounded undersides, the slope of her breasts ended in dark aerolas and taut nipples. Harinder cupped a soft breast in each hand, thumbs coming to rest on her nipples.
A soft purr escaped her lips as he rubbed the nipples with his thumbs. They became unimaginably hard under his touch. She closed her hands over his and encouraged him to squeeze harder. He obliged, kneading the pliant flesh. Her purr turned to a deep moan.
Harinder moved to the edge of the settee and pulled Sonali to him to take a breast in his mouth. He tasted saltiness of her skin. His tongue flicked the rock hard nipple. Sonali moaned. Her hands were now in his hair, pulling him into her.
He bit her nipple. She squealed in pleasure.
His tongue lapped at her breast.
Another flick.
Flick.
Flick.
She was moaning louder now and he moved his hand down her abdomen.
He tugged open the drawstring of her pajama. Instead of pulling it down, he slid his hand under the waist band, surprised to find there was no panty between his hand and her wet pussy. Sonali moaned as he caressed her wet folds. He lathered his fingers with her juices, massaged the yielding flesh, found the nub of her sex.
Her body shuddered.
He turned his attention to the other breast. Suckling. Biting. Flicking.
He slid two fingers into the wet warmth of her pussy and she arched in response. Her hands on his head forced his mouth to swallow her breast. His breathing became ragged as he teased the engorged nipple.
"Hai, Ram!" She quivered, her legs tensing as his fingers slid in and out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Her fingers raked his back when his thumb pressed her clit. Another shudder. Her nails dug into his flesh. She grunted and moaned, her body arched. His fingers pistoned her cunt, while his thumb rubbed against her clit. He drew back from her heaving chest to look at her. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open as she drew in quick breaths. She had a scent all her own - a mingling of sex and sweat, of argan oil and sweet fruit. He breathed her in.
His fingers kept up their rhythmic stroking.
Harinder felt her legs stiffen. She clenched at his shoulders, her back arching. She grunted his name as the orgasm began to wrack her. It began as a knot of need that unraveled throughout her body, traveling along her nerves in waves of spasming muscles.
When her legs gave way, Harinder pulled her close to him, steadying her. Her body, slick with sweat, collapsed against him. She nuzzled his neck as he hooked his thumbs into the waist of her pajama, sliding them down with one tug. She shifted, letting him undress her completely.
She found his mouth again, kissing him hard, her breath ragged as tongues darted against each other. He kneaded her buttocks. Squeezing. Pulling apart. Finding the dark space between. A finger teasing her nether hole.
"Sonali." The word came out like a mantra. "Hai Rabba, Sonali."
"Undress me," Sonali said, drawing his hands to her top. Harinder gingerly worked his way down her shirt, button by button, slowly revealing the soft brown skin. He peeled the shirt off her shoulders. He had seen her naked before, but his breath caught as he looked at her. Her bra, a rose pink, was so low cut that it revealed an alluring expanse of flesh. Her thick nipples, already hard, pushed against the thin fabric. From there, a flat, toned belly.
Sonali reached behind her and unclasp the bra, letting it slide down her arms before dropping it on the floor.
He had her to himself tonight and he drank her in. He lingered on the shape of her widely spaced breasts - full, firm, and high with rounded undersides, the slope of her breasts ended in dark aerolas and taut nipples. Harinder cupped a soft breast in each hand, thumbs coming to rest on her nipples.
A soft purr escaped her lips as he rubbed the nipples with his thumbs. They became unimaginably hard under his touch. She closed her hands over his and encouraged him to squeeze harder. He obliged, kneading the pliant flesh. Her purr turned to a deep moan.
Harinder moved to the edge of the settee and pulled Sonali to him to take a breast in his mouth. He tasted saltiness of her skin. His tongue flicked the rock hard nipple. Sonali moaned. Her hands were now in his hair, pulling him into her.
He bit her nipple. She squealed in pleasure.
His tongue lapped at her breast.
Another flick.
Flick.
Flick.
She was moaning louder now and he moved his hand down her abdomen.
He tugged open the drawstring of her pajama. Instead of pulling it down, he slid his hand under the waist band, surprised to find there was no panty between his hand and her wet pussy. Sonali moaned as he caressed her wet folds. He lathered his fingers with her juices, massaged the yielding flesh, found the nub of her sex.
Her body shuddered.
He turned his attention to the other breast. Suckling. Biting. Flicking.
He slid two fingers into the wet warmth of her pussy and she arched in response. Her hands on his head forced his mouth to swallow her breast. His breathing became ragged as he teased the engorged nipple.
"Hai, Ram!" She quivered, her legs tensing as his fingers slid in and out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Her fingers raked his back when his thumb pressed her clit. Another shudder. Her nails dug into his flesh. She grunted and moaned, her body arched. His fingers pistoned her cunt, while his thumb rubbed against her clit. He drew back from her heaving chest to look at her. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open as she drew in quick breaths. She had a scent all her own - a mingling of sex and sweat, of argan oil and sweet fruit. He breathed her in.
His fingers kept up their rhythmic stroking.
Harinder felt her legs stiffen. She clenched at his shoulders, her back arching. She grunted his name as the orgasm began to wrack her. It began as a knot of need that unraveled throughout her body, traveling along her nerves in waves of spasming muscles.
When her legs gave way, Harinder pulled her close to him, steadying her. Her body, slick with sweat, collapsed against him. She nuzzled his neck as he hooked his thumbs into the waist of her pajama, sliding them down with one tug. She shifted, letting him undress her completely.
She found his mouth again, kissing him hard, her breath ragged as tongues darted against each other. He kneaded her buttocks. Squeezing. Pulling apart. Finding the dark space between. A finger teasing her nether hole.
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