18-11-2020, 12:42 PM
Jyoti’s eyes almost popped out as she let out a shriek… “AAAAAYEEEEEEEEEE.”
Imran began to laugh hysterically, he knew the fact that women like her mustn’t be supplied with 100% pleasure, they must always be given a mixture of pleasure and pain that will keep them wanting for more and glued to your cock.
Imran- “ab bata maza aaya” (now tell me, was it enjoyable?)
Jyoti- “HAAAAAAA AYA!!!!!” (YESSSSSSS IT ISSSSS)
Imran- “Size kitna hai in tarboozo ka?” (what is the size of these watermelons”
Jyoti was absolutely embarrassed and shocked by this question and remained mum. Imran understood that this was another wall of shame which he must break open to transform this girl into a complete slut. He took the open palms of his hands and gave her boobs a medium slap, once with his straight palm on her right boobs and another time with the back hand on her left boob…. Thap, Thap, Thap. His mouth watered as he felt the heft of her boobs and watched them jiggle like jelly in front of him. Jyoti wasn’t expecting this, although it didn’t hurt her much but still she let out moans in pleasure and pain.
Jyoti- “AH AH AH”
Imran- “bata kitne bade hai yeh tarbooz” (tell me who big are these watermelons)
Jyoti- “36……..DD”
Imran- “nehi, mujhe toh nehi lagta, theek se bata, bada hi hoga isse” (no, I don’t think so, they’re larger than that, tell me properly)
Saying that he gave another pinch to her nipples and slowly twisted it like the knobs on a radio. It really sent Jyoti over the edge, his rough hands, on her soft sensitive nipples was quite the sensation, mixed in pain and pleasure, she screamed.
Jyoti- “Wahi hai! 36….. DD!!!” (it is that, 36…. DD)
Imran- “Sach me rundi? Mujhe vishwash nehi hota, chal dekhte hai…..” (really whore? I don’t believe it, okay let me see for myself)
Saying that he stood up at the edge of the bed and pulled both her hands so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed as well then with a smirk and grunt, “dekhte hai” (lets see) he put both of her hands on her collar like a gangster but instead of the usual he grabbed a fistful of her top’s fabric and pulled in opposite directions, before Jyoti could understand anything her fabric gave away like a got knife through butter, “PPPPPrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttt” sounded as the fabric ripped away to give away her milky skin underneath… he kept pulling until the fabric was completely torn and hung from her body like an unbuttoned shirt, exposing her wearing just a bra.
The bra was a very expensive type, made so that it made as little pronounced lines or ridges so that no matter how thin or transparent the top it would not be visible and would do its job of holding the milk tankers of its mistress. It was a light skin coloured one as not to be visible under her semi transparent top. She had tens of such bras for every occasion and every type of dress. Anyways this one was all that was between her and her milk tankers being exposed to this brute. Before she could even register what is happening Imran expertly took his finger and hooked it in front of her bra, as Jyoti brought her hands up to cover her shame he gave a massive pull causing the bra to tear from the back and like a worthless piece of cloth he flicked it aside where it fell and was soiled by pan stains.
Jyoti brought her hands to cover her shame and was surprised at the speed by which this brute was able to execute this expert manuver, but she still managed to cover her naked boobs with her hands. She noticed her expensive bra flop worthlessly into a dirty corner of the room so she became infuriated.
Jyoti- “yeh kya kiya, tumhe pata hai woh kitne ka tha?!” (what did you do? Do you even know how much that is worth?!)
Imran- “Kitne ka tha woh toh pata nehi par iske niche jo hai, isse zada toh nehi ho sakta” (I don’t know how much it was worth, but can’t be more than what is underneath)
As soon as he was done uttering that witty anecdote, he took both hands and began to tickle Jyoti’s naked belly from both sides. It was too much, Jyoti couldn’t last even a minute in front of his expertise of toying with women, she gave into the extreme tickling and removed her hands from covering her boobs to stopping his hands and
LO AND BEHOLD!!!!! HER PEGIONS WERE FLYING!!!
Imran kept looking at the marvellous milky globes, they were extraordinally large for her frame, real works of wonder, absolutely symmertrical. Her boobs were such like the ones you see in South actresses and Punjabi women, they started off high on the chest and really large base allowing them to grow to this marvellous size, her boobs weren’t pointed either, infact they became larger in the base (just like most well fucked Punjabi women) but what made her different was that she was not a well fucked and fed housewife but a 20yr old virgin.
The fact that her areollas were of proportionate size, pinkish and both mammaries were topped with a cherry like erect and hard pink nipple only made things worse for Imran’s cock, trying to burst its way out of his luni. Imran’s mouth started to water thinking about the prize he had landed. But he soon came to his sense, he realized that if I take too much time, she will free herself and cover up again and I’ll have to think of another trick to get her free. He immediately, like a wresler, converted her grasp on his hands into his grasp on her hands and used it to push her back until she was lying down on the bed on her back and with both legs hanging off the bed
. As she fell on her back, her boobs jiggled with the force and her boobs spread flat and wide on her chest. Imran knew that sometimes it was best to enjoy a large breast when on its back, it gives a nice rounded shape with nipple to top it off. He pinned her hands on top of her head like before and dove into her boobs, he was going mad in between her fleshy mounds. Although this was not the first time that a guy had been at her naked boobs, but this was the most exceptional circumstance. Usually a guy has to spend lakhs behind her before she would let him touch her boobs, see them is another question and here was a guy enjoying them like no one before and he didn’t have to pay a single paisa for it.
He was kissing every inch of it and licking the mounds like vanilla ice cream, he was giving small pecks as well as long wet kisses filling the room with sounds of “MMMUUUUUAAAAHHH” “PPPAAAACCCCHHHH”…
He then also focuses attention to her areolas and nipples. He took his tongue and circled them around her areaolas, round and round her nipples which made her go mad with extacy. He than used his tongue to flick her nipples and at times used his teeth to lightly bite them making her arch her back which made her mountains look and feel even bigger
Imran began to laugh hysterically, he knew the fact that women like her mustn’t be supplied with 100% pleasure, they must always be given a mixture of pleasure and pain that will keep them wanting for more and glued to your cock.
Imran- “ab bata maza aaya” (now tell me, was it enjoyable?)
Jyoti- “HAAAAAAA AYA!!!!!” (YESSSSSSS IT ISSSSS)
Imran- “Size kitna hai in tarboozo ka?” (what is the size of these watermelons”
Jyoti was absolutely embarrassed and shocked by this question and remained mum. Imran understood that this was another wall of shame which he must break open to transform this girl into a complete slut. He took the open palms of his hands and gave her boobs a medium slap, once with his straight palm on her right boobs and another time with the back hand on her left boob…. Thap, Thap, Thap. His mouth watered as he felt the heft of her boobs and watched them jiggle like jelly in front of him. Jyoti wasn’t expecting this, although it didn’t hurt her much but still she let out moans in pleasure and pain.
Jyoti- “AH AH AH”
Imran- “bata kitne bade hai yeh tarbooz” (tell me who big are these watermelons)
Jyoti- “36……..DD”
Imran- “nehi, mujhe toh nehi lagta, theek se bata, bada hi hoga isse” (no, I don’t think so, they’re larger than that, tell me properly)
Saying that he gave another pinch to her nipples and slowly twisted it like the knobs on a radio. It really sent Jyoti over the edge, his rough hands, on her soft sensitive nipples was quite the sensation, mixed in pain and pleasure, she screamed.
Jyoti- “Wahi hai! 36….. DD!!!” (it is that, 36…. DD)
Imran- “Sach me rundi? Mujhe vishwash nehi hota, chal dekhte hai…..” (really whore? I don’t believe it, okay let me see for myself)
Saying that he stood up at the edge of the bed and pulled both her hands so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed as well then with a smirk and grunt, “dekhte hai” (lets see) he put both of her hands on her collar like a gangster but instead of the usual he grabbed a fistful of her top’s fabric and pulled in opposite directions, before Jyoti could understand anything her fabric gave away like a got knife through butter, “PPPPPrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttt” sounded as the fabric ripped away to give away her milky skin underneath… he kept pulling until the fabric was completely torn and hung from her body like an unbuttoned shirt, exposing her wearing just a bra.
The bra was a very expensive type, made so that it made as little pronounced lines or ridges so that no matter how thin or transparent the top it would not be visible and would do its job of holding the milk tankers of its mistress. It was a light skin coloured one as not to be visible under her semi transparent top. She had tens of such bras for every occasion and every type of dress. Anyways this one was all that was between her and her milk tankers being exposed to this brute. Before she could even register what is happening Imran expertly took his finger and hooked it in front of her bra, as Jyoti brought her hands up to cover her shame he gave a massive pull causing the bra to tear from the back and like a worthless piece of cloth he flicked it aside where it fell and was soiled by pan stains.
Jyoti brought her hands to cover her shame and was surprised at the speed by which this brute was able to execute this expert manuver, but she still managed to cover her naked boobs with her hands. She noticed her expensive bra flop worthlessly into a dirty corner of the room so she became infuriated.
Jyoti- “yeh kya kiya, tumhe pata hai woh kitne ka tha?!” (what did you do? Do you even know how much that is worth?!)
Imran- “Kitne ka tha woh toh pata nehi par iske niche jo hai, isse zada toh nehi ho sakta” (I don’t know how much it was worth, but can’t be more than what is underneath)
As soon as he was done uttering that witty anecdote, he took both hands and began to tickle Jyoti’s naked belly from both sides. It was too much, Jyoti couldn’t last even a minute in front of his expertise of toying with women, she gave into the extreme tickling and removed her hands from covering her boobs to stopping his hands and
LO AND BEHOLD!!!!! HER PEGIONS WERE FLYING!!!
Imran kept looking at the marvellous milky globes, they were extraordinally large for her frame, real works of wonder, absolutely symmertrical. Her boobs were such like the ones you see in South actresses and Punjabi women, they started off high on the chest and really large base allowing them to grow to this marvellous size, her boobs weren’t pointed either, infact they became larger in the base (just like most well fucked Punjabi women) but what made her different was that she was not a well fucked and fed housewife but a 20yr old virgin.
The fact that her areollas were of proportionate size, pinkish and both mammaries were topped with a cherry like erect and hard pink nipple only made things worse for Imran’s cock, trying to burst its way out of his luni. Imran’s mouth started to water thinking about the prize he had landed. But he soon came to his sense, he realized that if I take too much time, she will free herself and cover up again and I’ll have to think of another trick to get her free. He immediately, like a wresler, converted her grasp on his hands into his grasp on her hands and used it to push her back until she was lying down on the bed on her back and with both legs hanging off the bed
. As she fell on her back, her boobs jiggled with the force and her boobs spread flat and wide on her chest. Imran knew that sometimes it was best to enjoy a large breast when on its back, it gives a nice rounded shape with nipple to top it off. He pinned her hands on top of her head like before and dove into her boobs, he was going mad in between her fleshy mounds. Although this was not the first time that a guy had been at her naked boobs, but this was the most exceptional circumstance. Usually a guy has to spend lakhs behind her before she would let him touch her boobs, see them is another question and here was a guy enjoying them like no one before and he didn’t have to pay a single paisa for it.
He was kissing every inch of it and licking the mounds like vanilla ice cream, he was giving small pecks as well as long wet kisses filling the room with sounds of “MMMUUUUUAAAAHHH” “PPPAAAACCCCHHHH”…
He then also focuses attention to her areolas and nipples. He took his tongue and circled them around her areaolas, round and round her nipples which made her go mad with extacy. He than used his tongue to flick her nipples and at times used his teeth to lightly bite them making her arch her back which made her mountains look and feel even bigger
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