Adultery Rich girl Jyoti Ruined& Reduced to a Low Class Common Whore

[RRahul]

By this time both beauty and the best were laying down facing each other and both marinating in eachother’s sweat, cum, and other juices, the line between aristocracy and commoner was completely obliterated in this orgy of illicit pleasure. It was like two bodies but one soul (do jism aur ek jaan) as the cheesy Bollywood line goes. 





Both bodies in stark contrast; one while as marble, smooth skin, hairless, the other one hard, tough, hairy and dirty. It was like the steely plough of a farmer ripping up the soft pliable ground to plant seeds for the next generation. It was about half an hour that both remained embraced in that position, with Imran’s cock flaccid but still plugging Jyoti’s pussy, as not to let even a single drop of precious pearly cum leak out. I bet if Jyoti paid more attention she could feel millions of his potent sperm wiggling insider her womb trying to scramble towards her fertile, aristocratic egg. 






The feeling must have been like millions of little ants crawling frantically inside her womb. She had a glow and relief on her face which only women have when they know they’ve furfilled their evolutionary roles as bearers of the next generation. This thing is constant throughout the millions of years of human evolution. She may be a cave woman being fucked on top of a rock covered by animal hide, a buxom babe in ancient Rome being shafted on rich velvet, a medieval peasant women being unceremoniously wombed on a bed of canvas or a rich aristocratic woman like Jyoti being shown her place on top of a cum soaked mattress in a dingy whore house. 






As of now Jyoti just lay there in a warm feeling in her belly enjoying the fulfillment of her being. Both of them drifted off to brief sleep as the goon Imran could feel the nipples on Jyoti’s chest soften from the texture of rough raisins (kishmish) to that of soft berries (I’m sorry I couldn’t think of anything of the dimension and texture, please you’re your imagination), meaning the pleasure had now subsided and sleep and rest was now taking over. Imran put his hands on her ample butt and began to trace its contures, the slight massage made Jyoti drift into sleep, Imran kept feeling the small of her back, the deep valley between her back, then he traced his hands onto the hills of her butt and over her buxom ass and along her deep valley between her monster cheeks, he again grinned as he felt pride as to the “piece” he had just fucked like a common whore. Then with his other hand he began to trace up and down her back reaching upto her neck and down to where just about his butt started and with the other hand, as mentioned he was kneeding her butt gently to make cookies. 





Jyoti could not stand such a treatment and fell asleep and so did our brutish hero Imran. Both were asleep for about 3-4hrs. Then slowly Imran caught his breath and he looked at the clock, it was about 6pm, he began slowly tapping Jyoti’s ample ass, feeling as the corporal flesh jiggled and vibrated in his hands, he took both hands, and parted both of her cheeks and giggled in perverse delight as both of them jiggled together when he let of. 





This ass play awoke Jyoti, who when regained her senses, saw the time and got shit scared, she thought that she should be home by now from college and she began to get up in a hurry, doing so she almost put her knees on Imran’s balls, crushing them, from his position, Imran felt Jyoti’s ample ass slip away and her boobs which was plastered on his chest jiggle away as she got up, as she was getting up the sticky bond between their bodies were ripped off and this sort of hurt Imran who had the added disadvantage of being hairy as fuck, Jyoti didn’t feel much because her body was smooth as marble




. Jyoti turned around to get off the bed and she bent down to find her panties and other cloths which Imran had thrown carelessly, well as usual the old pervert Imran couldn’t tolerate the sight of her ample ass and her now destroyed pussy, her swift movement made a few drops of cum leak from her pussy and fall in drops on the bed, which looked like custard milk but he didn’t worry as he knew he has enough material in there to impregnate 100 womens. 



He swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pull her on his lap again she fell on his lap with a shriek, “UUUUUiiiiiiiiii MMMMaaaaaaaaa” Jyoti tried hard to get up but Imran held her there firmly in place with one hand her thigh and another on her tummy, she felt as though she was sitting on a slimy anaconda, the old, wrinkled skin rubbing against her flawless marble ass. Imran began to move her around a bit so that her giant ass could squish his cock, often times when you are handling a woman, you like to feel her weight, the author personally like women with a little weight to them (not fat but definitely not stick thin either) a type of girl that you have to work out to lift off the ground, and who when, she lays over you feel her boobs trying to squish you.


 Jyoti was feeling the snake underneath her and she knew what was coming for her she also realized by now that Imran was not the type of man who will let you go on compassionate grounds so she thought to just accept the inevitable and let him get it over with.