18-11-2020, 12:36 PM
She had also now opened her legs, and rubbing her thighs, meaning her pussy was sopping wet and she was trying to stimulate her clit by rubbing her legs, this was further heightened by Imran’s knee which he placed between her legs and everything either of them made any movement his knee would rub against the inner part of her knee or thigh.
*Note- if you can ever do this with a girl, or get her in a position to rub her inner thigh, than whatever is north of that is yours haha.
So the conversation continued for more time and Jyoti was more and more curious about how these low class ruffians would treat women, and how they were so confident and brash. So she pressed him.
Jyoti- “Bataiyeh na mere jaise aggar yaha dusri ladki hoti toh aap kya karte abhi???” (Had there been another girl like me here, what would you have done)
This was the signal that Imran needed, he knew that the fruit was ripe for the picking, he merely replied.
Imran- “Kya karta???? YEH!” (what would I have done???- This!)
Saying that he bend over, his body was such positioned that his knee darted between her legs and knocked on her pussy walls, he reached over and hugged her with his left hand and with her right hand grabbed her right boob, he locked her lips with her and have her boob a massive SQUEEZE…. Jyoti felt as thought all the milk from her boobs had been squeezed and was leaking between her legs from her cunt.
She was in immense pain but her pussy had now turned into a stickey waterfall, he had never been treated like this before, had this been any other urband rich boy she would have slapped him in a second but this was different, her body was not only cooperating but wanted more! She began to deeply respond to he smooching, she could taste the cheap pan masala (a type of pan spice containing tobacco) from his mouth, she could also feel the grittiness form the chewed up supari (beetle nuts), and he could taste the sweet scent and nectar of this virgin elite aristocratic bitch who he was about to destroy today. Before she could understand anything more he placed his left hand on her waist and yanked her up to a standing postion………..
!
Imran picked Jyoti up by placing his hands round her and put her in a standing position. She was like a lamb in the hands of an experienced butcher, completely on his mercy. Jyoti was under the collective spell of both his massive presence, the overpowering situation and the herbal medicines Imran had mixed in her drink.
She could not even think straight, her entire head was filled with thoughts of debauchery. As she was hauled up she was now face to face with the man she was having civil conversation with just a moment earlier. He didn’t say anything merely just put his arms around her slender waist and dragged her close, her ample ass jiggled as her hips crashed against his and her boobs were mashed against his strong muscular hard chest. Her was panting, like she had run a marathon, beads of sweat were there on her forehead like pearls, and were running down her throat to in between the valley of her boobs. It was like a mighty lion had caught a defenceless deer. He than took both of his mammoth palms and slapped and grabbed her ample ass. The impact shook her as she stred into his yellow eyes to see what he was doing. He began to explore her ample ass, pawing from the sides, from the bottom, from the top and exploring the crevice of her ass. Time to time he was grabbing her ass, giving moderate slaps and sqeezing them so tight that her ass flesh bulged from the space between his fingers. When he did that she let out a sigh of pain and pleasure from her mouth. The fact that despite using his best efforts his hands couldn’t even cover half of her ass really made Imran mad! This size of ass was normally found in women in their mid 40s, that too after a few kids, having such a “piece” on such a young slut, that too so tight and shapely drove him mad.
Her hands were on his chest, she was hopelessly trying to meekly push him away, but it was like pushing at a concrete wall, absolutely useless. Imran was still busy mashing her ass like a cook kneads dough into bread. Imran then grabbed her ass more tightly as he pulled her close to her and lifted her up by the ass until they were face to face, than without a word he began to smooch her face, this was no ordinary smooch, this was the roughest, most dirty type of lower class smooch you have ever seen. He lunged at her face, and began to lick every square inch of it, he forced her mouth open with his tongue and darted it inside her mouth until it reached the back of her throat, she was about to vomit because of Imran’s tongue being shoved so far inside her throat and the rancid smell and taste of the cheap liquor mixed with his stale pan masala.
She tried to move away but she was in no position to; she was standing on her tip toes with Imran’s massive hands under her ass and supporting most of her weight, so she was just dangling in the air supported by her ass. Imran was constantly alternating between planting kisses on her face to smooching her deeply. Sometimes he would give a light smooch lasting for a few seconds and other times he’d give one so deep that Jyoti would be left short of breath. Somehow this was extremely enjoyable to Jyoti because all her life she was used to be treated like a flower but here was this brute who didn’t give a shit about who or what she was, all he wanted to do was take what was rightfully his and treat her like a common street whore in the process.
As she was enjoying the molestation of her ass and attention to her face, Imran used his raw power to completely lift her off the ground, Jyoti let loose a loud yelp as she felt herself weightless and effortlessly lifted off the ground, her entire weight supported by the vice like grip on her ample ass. She realized herself wobbling so she instinctively took both her legs and wrapped them around the brute’s waist, bring her pussy in contact with his cock, abeit separated by layers of clothing. She was amazed because by no means she was a “size-0” girl, she did have a little bit of weight to her (mostly in her massive milk tankers and ass) many of her previous boyfriends had tried to romantically lift her off the ground, but after a few seconds all had to put her down or nearly dropped her, but here was this brute who was lifting her up like she was a rag doll.
He looked into her eyes than as he looked down, he could see her massive milk tankers, they looked like both could hold at least 1L of milk each. He suddenly turned soft, he was romantically wooing her with one hand firmly under her ass so that she was basically sitting on his outheld palm with both legs around his waist and another hand caressing the small of her back. With his face he was giving small pecks on her neck, clavicle, and throat.... this combination of strength and care was absolutely driving her mad, it was pandering to both her sense of raw sexual desire and wanting to be romanced like a flower. But she totally had Imran’s intentions misplaced, he didn’t care a shit about her enjoying the act, he was more concerned about the outcome. You see even he knew about the hidden cameras and microphones all thoughout the room, this whole scene was being recorded by his partners downstairs, it was nothing new, they had done it hundreds of times before, it was all a well oiled and practiced machine to get new “maal” for their brothel.
Anyways Imran held Jyoti in that position while he nibbled away at her erotic spots on her neck, her pussy was leaking badly, she was worrying that it may stain her pants and let this brute know just how flimsy grounds she stood on, but the brute already knew her deepest darkest secret. He knew that he had this little rich whore right where he wanted her to be, under his cock (metaphorically). He proudly walked around carrying her in that position like a wresler walks around the ring with his belt, a part of it was his own pride and the other was practical, he wanted to walk around so that the various cameras around the room got a very good look at all her assets.
From her angelic face, grimacing in pain and pleasure, to her massive coconut sized boobs, mashed on Imran’s rock solid chest, to the back view of her ass, shaped like a “W” now. This trick he had learnt from trial and error, the first couple of tiems they made such videos the pic of the face wasn’t clear and they were forced to abandon their plan and let go a very fine addition to their business. When he was satisfied that there was 100% positive identification, he stopped roaming around the house and decided to proceed onto the next phase of the scene. The waddled over to the bed and lunged down so that Jyoti was now lying down on her back and he was on top of her, with her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. As Jyoti had her eyes closed from the assault on her sexuality she was shocked by the sudden thud onto the bed which she should would break it apart
. Imran didn’t say anything to reassure her but merely planted a sweet kiss on her lips. He was a brute, but when brutality is punctuated by acts of geninine care then girls find it irresistible, Jyoti looked into his eyes dumbfounded as if asking, “what next”.... the scene is electrifying.... A small smoky room filled with red light, heated to swelter by the body heat and lust of two individuals, a tall hefty unruly and unkept beast in contrast to a fair buxom elite woman, now laying under him legs around his waist boobs mashed against his chest and grinding her pelvis with his to try and relieve the itch in her most deepest and sacred spots..... what will happen next???
to be continued.
*Note- if you can ever do this with a girl, or get her in a position to rub her inner thigh, than whatever is north of that is yours haha.
So the conversation continued for more time and Jyoti was more and more curious about how these low class ruffians would treat women, and how they were so confident and brash. So she pressed him.
Jyoti- “Bataiyeh na mere jaise aggar yaha dusri ladki hoti toh aap kya karte abhi???” (Had there been another girl like me here, what would you have done)
This was the signal that Imran needed, he knew that the fruit was ripe for the picking, he merely replied.
Imran- “Kya karta???? YEH!” (what would I have done???- This!)
Saying that he bend over, his body was such positioned that his knee darted between her legs and knocked on her pussy walls, he reached over and hugged her with his left hand and with her right hand grabbed her right boob, he locked her lips with her and have her boob a massive SQUEEZE…. Jyoti felt as thought all the milk from her boobs had been squeezed and was leaking between her legs from her cunt.
She was in immense pain but her pussy had now turned into a stickey waterfall, he had never been treated like this before, had this been any other urband rich boy she would have slapped him in a second but this was different, her body was not only cooperating but wanted more! She began to deeply respond to he smooching, she could taste the cheap pan masala (a type of pan spice containing tobacco) from his mouth, she could also feel the grittiness form the chewed up supari (beetle nuts), and he could taste the sweet scent and nectar of this virgin elite aristocratic bitch who he was about to destroy today. Before she could understand anything more he placed his left hand on her waist and yanked her up to a standing postion………..
!
Imran picked Jyoti up by placing his hands round her and put her in a standing position. She was like a lamb in the hands of an experienced butcher, completely on his mercy. Jyoti was under the collective spell of both his massive presence, the overpowering situation and the herbal medicines Imran had mixed in her drink.
She could not even think straight, her entire head was filled with thoughts of debauchery. As she was hauled up she was now face to face with the man she was having civil conversation with just a moment earlier. He didn’t say anything merely just put his arms around her slender waist and dragged her close, her ample ass jiggled as her hips crashed against his and her boobs were mashed against his strong muscular hard chest. Her was panting, like she had run a marathon, beads of sweat were there on her forehead like pearls, and were running down her throat to in between the valley of her boobs. It was like a mighty lion had caught a defenceless deer. He than took both of his mammoth palms and slapped and grabbed her ample ass. The impact shook her as she stred into his yellow eyes to see what he was doing. He began to explore her ample ass, pawing from the sides, from the bottom, from the top and exploring the crevice of her ass. Time to time he was grabbing her ass, giving moderate slaps and sqeezing them so tight that her ass flesh bulged from the space between his fingers. When he did that she let out a sigh of pain and pleasure from her mouth. The fact that despite using his best efforts his hands couldn’t even cover half of her ass really made Imran mad! This size of ass was normally found in women in their mid 40s, that too after a few kids, having such a “piece” on such a young slut, that too so tight and shapely drove him mad.
Her hands were on his chest, she was hopelessly trying to meekly push him away, but it was like pushing at a concrete wall, absolutely useless. Imran was still busy mashing her ass like a cook kneads dough into bread. Imran then grabbed her ass more tightly as he pulled her close to her and lifted her up by the ass until they were face to face, than without a word he began to smooch her face, this was no ordinary smooch, this was the roughest, most dirty type of lower class smooch you have ever seen. He lunged at her face, and began to lick every square inch of it, he forced her mouth open with his tongue and darted it inside her mouth until it reached the back of her throat, she was about to vomit because of Imran’s tongue being shoved so far inside her throat and the rancid smell and taste of the cheap liquor mixed with his stale pan masala.
She tried to move away but she was in no position to; she was standing on her tip toes with Imran’s massive hands under her ass and supporting most of her weight, so she was just dangling in the air supported by her ass. Imran was constantly alternating between planting kisses on her face to smooching her deeply. Sometimes he would give a light smooch lasting for a few seconds and other times he’d give one so deep that Jyoti would be left short of breath. Somehow this was extremely enjoyable to Jyoti because all her life she was used to be treated like a flower but here was this brute who didn’t give a shit about who or what she was, all he wanted to do was take what was rightfully his and treat her like a common street whore in the process.
As she was enjoying the molestation of her ass and attention to her face, Imran used his raw power to completely lift her off the ground, Jyoti let loose a loud yelp as she felt herself weightless and effortlessly lifted off the ground, her entire weight supported by the vice like grip on her ample ass. She realized herself wobbling so she instinctively took both her legs and wrapped them around the brute’s waist, bring her pussy in contact with his cock, abeit separated by layers of clothing. She was amazed because by no means she was a “size-0” girl, she did have a little bit of weight to her (mostly in her massive milk tankers and ass) many of her previous boyfriends had tried to romantically lift her off the ground, but after a few seconds all had to put her down or nearly dropped her, but here was this brute who was lifting her up like she was a rag doll.
He looked into her eyes than as he looked down, he could see her massive milk tankers, they looked like both could hold at least 1L of milk each. He suddenly turned soft, he was romantically wooing her with one hand firmly under her ass so that she was basically sitting on his outheld palm with both legs around his waist and another hand caressing the small of her back. With his face he was giving small pecks on her neck, clavicle, and throat.... this combination of strength and care was absolutely driving her mad, it was pandering to both her sense of raw sexual desire and wanting to be romanced like a flower. But she totally had Imran’s intentions misplaced, he didn’t care a shit about her enjoying the act, he was more concerned about the outcome. You see even he knew about the hidden cameras and microphones all thoughout the room, this whole scene was being recorded by his partners downstairs, it was nothing new, they had done it hundreds of times before, it was all a well oiled and practiced machine to get new “maal” for their brothel.
Anyways Imran held Jyoti in that position while he nibbled away at her erotic spots on her neck, her pussy was leaking badly, she was worrying that it may stain her pants and let this brute know just how flimsy grounds she stood on, but the brute already knew her deepest darkest secret. He knew that he had this little rich whore right where he wanted her to be, under his cock (metaphorically). He proudly walked around carrying her in that position like a wresler walks around the ring with his belt, a part of it was his own pride and the other was practical, he wanted to walk around so that the various cameras around the room got a very good look at all her assets.
From her angelic face, grimacing in pain and pleasure, to her massive coconut sized boobs, mashed on Imran’s rock solid chest, to the back view of her ass, shaped like a “W” now. This trick he had learnt from trial and error, the first couple of tiems they made such videos the pic of the face wasn’t clear and they were forced to abandon their plan and let go a very fine addition to their business. When he was satisfied that there was 100% positive identification, he stopped roaming around the house and decided to proceed onto the next phase of the scene. The waddled over to the bed and lunged down so that Jyoti was now lying down on her back and he was on top of her, with her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. As Jyoti had her eyes closed from the assault on her sexuality she was shocked by the sudden thud onto the bed which she should would break it apart
. Imran didn’t say anything to reassure her but merely planted a sweet kiss on her lips. He was a brute, but when brutality is punctuated by acts of geninine care then girls find it irresistible, Jyoti looked into his eyes dumbfounded as if asking, “what next”.... the scene is electrifying.... A small smoky room filled with red light, heated to swelter by the body heat and lust of two individuals, a tall hefty unruly and unkept beast in contrast to a fair buxom elite woman, now laying under him legs around his waist boobs mashed against his chest and grinding her pelvis with his to try and relieve the itch in her most deepest and sacred spots..... what will happen next???
to be continued.
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