18-11-2020, 03:43 PM
Jyoti had just been launched face first on the bed she just soiled with her pussy juice, sweat and that of Imran’s Her ass was there spread out for all to see, it was a marvelous sight to behold; two massive marble white globes parted by a deep crevice inviting all to fulfill their wildest fantasies. Now Jyoti knew this asset of hers and used it to deadly effect. She wore form fitted jeans, she used to go to high class Italian tailors and get her jeans stiched, and the tailors there were actually formerly from the slums also but through their experience and skill risen up to tailor clothes for such high class “pieces” she used to tell the tailors.
Jyoti- “bhaiiya, piche se tight rakhna, aur flexible material use karna” (brother, keep it tight from the back and use flexible material)
Tailor- “kitna tight madamji?” (how tight madam?)
Jyoti- “Jisse ki bilkul figure hugging ho aur meri figure acche se dikhe” (make it figure hugging so that my figure is extenuated)
Well how many rich guys shagged off at the sight of the giant ass bouncing up and down on their cocks? And here she was laid out flat on the mattress of this cheap pimp, most possibly impregnated and ready to get used yet again.
Imran jumped on top of her, Jyoti yelped with shock as she felt on the dirty monster landing on top of her, she tried to get up but Imran quickly got hold of her hands and placed them on either side and he wiggled his butt such that his cock was in line with her crevice of ass and with some pressure slowly sunk in. He began to rub his cock up and down her ass crack so that his cock was getting a mighty massage between her massive ass globes.
Jyoti could feel everything, his slimy cock rubbing against her soft sensitive skin, her rosebud of an ass hole being touched by his dirty leathery cock skin. She could hear the dirty sounds of wet, grimy flesh against flesh as his cock was witdrawn until just the circumcised head was below her ass crack and slowly thrusting it through her massive mounds until his dirty cock head protruded from the top, below her wait. Only to have him retreat and repeat the same process again. As he increased his pace and his sword kept going into and out of the fleshy scabbard, and his hairy balls striking the insides of her ass, she was beginning to enjoy the feeling, it wasn’t so much as being physically stimulated, but it was the mental stimulation of being degraded, as I’ve mentioned before nothing is more exelerating for a woman than be dominated by an alpha male cave man type and be taken right there and then on top of a bear skin, in the light of a fireplace.
Anyways as Imran was sliding his cock up and down her ass and his balls were slapping her ass, he let go of her hands and saw that she was no longer trying to remove him, but instead both of her hands were grasping the bedsheet in an effort to stabilize herself and maximize the force of his thrusts. She was also biting her lower lips to stop herself from screaming at pure joy during this perverse pleasure. Imran began to kiss her sexy back like crazy and licking it, tasting the saltiness of their lust, then he moved towards her neck and began to lightly bite and suck it like a vampire, Jyoti only kept waving her head form one side to another mad with pleasure, then Imran whispered in her ear, “chal rundi taange faila” (let’s go whore, spread your legs). Jyoti was totally out of her mind to listen to anything he was saying so he gave her a MASSIVE slap on the ass “CCCHHHAAAARRRAAAAKKKK” and repeated, “bola na rundi taange faila” (didn’t I tell you whore to spread your legs).
Jyoti was now expecting a slap on her ass from her previous experience and did as she was told and spread her legs so that Imran could access with his cock the treasures between her legs. Imran again bent over and whispered in her ear, “kabhi pichwade me liya hai?” (have you ever taken it in the backside?) before she could comprehend the meaning of the sentence, let alone reply, he positioned his cock head on top of her ass-hole, and used both of his hands to spread open Jyoti’s cheeks,
Jyoti’s eye’s widened and she began to violently protest and tried to get up, she used both her hands to try and push herself up but Imran had already done this hundreds of times and he knew her reaction better than he knew it herself. As she was trying to push herself up, he quickly put his arms under the matress and her body and grabbed a handful of her ample boobs and he grabbed it such that her perky nipples were in between his middle and ring finger then he pinched her nipples along with sqeezing her milk tankers, the comibed feeling was too much and Jyoti collapsed against this time Imran’s hands firmly squished between her boobs and the matress, he began to molest her ample boobs like crazy, squeezing, pinching, pulling and Jyoti became crazy with the pain and pleasure assault.
She was yelling like mad and using her hands to try and remove Imran’s iron grip, but it was like a sheep trying to escape the grip of a lion, she was thrashing her legs around like crazy and Imran used this opportunity to use his knees to part her legs as far as possible and touch his dirty, slimy cock head on her virgin ass hole and she shivered with the anticipation.
Jyoti- “bhaiiya, piche se tight rakhna, aur flexible material use karna” (brother, keep it tight from the back and use flexible material)
Tailor- “kitna tight madamji?” (how tight madam?)
Jyoti- “Jisse ki bilkul figure hugging ho aur meri figure acche se dikhe” (make it figure hugging so that my figure is extenuated)
Well how many rich guys shagged off at the sight of the giant ass bouncing up and down on their cocks? And here she was laid out flat on the mattress of this cheap pimp, most possibly impregnated and ready to get used yet again.
Imran jumped on top of her, Jyoti yelped with shock as she felt on the dirty monster landing on top of her, she tried to get up but Imran quickly got hold of her hands and placed them on either side and he wiggled his butt such that his cock was in line with her crevice of ass and with some pressure slowly sunk in. He began to rub his cock up and down her ass crack so that his cock was getting a mighty massage between her massive ass globes.
Jyoti could feel everything, his slimy cock rubbing against her soft sensitive skin, her rosebud of an ass hole being touched by his dirty leathery cock skin. She could hear the dirty sounds of wet, grimy flesh against flesh as his cock was witdrawn until just the circumcised head was below her ass crack and slowly thrusting it through her massive mounds until his dirty cock head protruded from the top, below her wait. Only to have him retreat and repeat the same process again. As he increased his pace and his sword kept going into and out of the fleshy scabbard, and his hairy balls striking the insides of her ass, she was beginning to enjoy the feeling, it wasn’t so much as being physically stimulated, but it was the mental stimulation of being degraded, as I’ve mentioned before nothing is more exelerating for a woman than be dominated by an alpha male cave man type and be taken right there and then on top of a bear skin, in the light of a fireplace.
Anyways as Imran was sliding his cock up and down her ass and his balls were slapping her ass, he let go of her hands and saw that she was no longer trying to remove him, but instead both of her hands were grasping the bedsheet in an effort to stabilize herself and maximize the force of his thrusts. She was also biting her lower lips to stop herself from screaming at pure joy during this perverse pleasure. Imran began to kiss her sexy back like crazy and licking it, tasting the saltiness of their lust, then he moved towards her neck and began to lightly bite and suck it like a vampire, Jyoti only kept waving her head form one side to another mad with pleasure, then Imran whispered in her ear, “chal rundi taange faila” (let’s go whore, spread your legs). Jyoti was totally out of her mind to listen to anything he was saying so he gave her a MASSIVE slap on the ass “CCCHHHAAAARRRAAAAKKKK” and repeated, “bola na rundi taange faila” (didn’t I tell you whore to spread your legs).
Jyoti was now expecting a slap on her ass from her previous experience and did as she was told and spread her legs so that Imran could access with his cock the treasures between her legs. Imran again bent over and whispered in her ear, “kabhi pichwade me liya hai?” (have you ever taken it in the backside?) before she could comprehend the meaning of the sentence, let alone reply, he positioned his cock head on top of her ass-hole, and used both of his hands to spread open Jyoti’s cheeks,
Jyoti’s eye’s widened and she began to violently protest and tried to get up, she used both her hands to try and push herself up but Imran had already done this hundreds of times and he knew her reaction better than he knew it herself. As she was trying to push herself up, he quickly put his arms under the matress and her body and grabbed a handful of her ample boobs and he grabbed it such that her perky nipples were in between his middle and ring finger then he pinched her nipples along with sqeezing her milk tankers, the comibed feeling was too much and Jyoti collapsed against this time Imran’s hands firmly squished between her boobs and the matress, he began to molest her ample boobs like crazy, squeezing, pinching, pulling and Jyoti became crazy with the pain and pleasure assault.
She was yelling like mad and using her hands to try and remove Imran’s iron grip, but it was like a sheep trying to escape the grip of a lion, she was thrashing her legs around like crazy and Imran used this opportunity to use his knees to part her legs as far as possible and touch his dirty, slimy cock head on her virgin ass hole and she shivered with the anticipation.
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