Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

Using his hand soaked with my cum, Martin began scooping up the cum that was splattered over my face and fed it to me. With my eyes still closed, I tilted my head back and greedily sucked his fingers clean. Holding his hand with mine, I carefully licked between his fingers and the palm of his hand before turning his hand over to clean the back of his hand as well. My other arm wrapped around Martin's back as he laid on top of me, watching me lick, suck and nibble his hand from the fingertips to the wrist until he was clean. Sitting up on his knees, Martin undid his pants with my help and slid them off as I stroked his big white cock with both of my hands. I heard his sharp hiss of breath as my thumb rolled over the head, smearing his pre-cum as it went. I brought my thumb to my mouth and rubbed it over my lips before pulling him down for a kiss.

I let Martin taste his own cum before pushing my tongue into his mouth, knowing he could also taste my cum as well as Swamiji's from my mouth. Using my hand, I guided his cock into my pussy, gasping as it slid across my flesh, still tender from his fisting. It burned when his cock touched the fresh tears caused by his large fist being inside me but there was enough pleasure mixed with the pain to leave me trembling under him. Martin pushed his hips against me, trapping my hand between our bodies as we strained closer together.

"Rub your clit for me, Rehana your motherly clit Rehana," he whispered against my lips as he began slowly pumping in and out of me.

My fingers rubbed circles around my clit, which Martin could feel against his pelvic bone as he pushed deeper into me, careful to move slowly and gently. I moved my hand so that only my first finger was touching my clit and slid the rest of my fingers down my inner thigh so that I was also able to caress his balls, teasingly massaging my pussy juices into them. Martin keeps had his balls cleanly shaved, just like my pussy, so my fingers slid over them, spreading my warm sticky cum into them. Soon we were both gasping in pleasure at the incredible feelings of his hard cock slipping deeper into my swollen pussy. Then he pulled out until only the tip was left inside me and my fingers were teased us both.

"You're married Indian pussy is getting so hot," Martin whispered as he leaned over to run his tongue lazily across my eyelids. "I can feel it getting tighter against me," he said as his tongue blazed a trail down my nose to my lips. 

Teasingly he flicked his tongue in the corners of my mouth but would pull away every time I opened my mouth, wanting to capture it so our tongues could dance together. Swamiji was sitting on the floor watching us, too involved in what was happening in front of him to even hold the camera anymore. As I gazed over at him, I could see that his big cock was beginning to stiffen once more as his hand wrapped around it, lightly stroking it to the same rhythm that Martin was using to fuck me. Martin turned his head to follow my gaze and we both watched as Swamiji's stroking hand brought his cock back to full attention. It was such an incredible turn on to watch Swamiji's cock harden as I felt Martin's throbbincock inside me. Martin could tell that I was moving quickly towards another orgasm from the way my body squirmed under him. To drag out my sweet torture even longer, he pushed himself into a kneeling position between my legs and pulled his hard shaft out until only the tip of the head was resting between my puffy lips. Groaning, I reached up trying to grab his shoulders and pull him back on top of me but he grinned down at me as he evaded my hands. My hands settled against his hips, trying to pull him into me while he held himself away. When I tried to arch my back to force him deeper inside me once more, Martin placed his hands on my hips to hold me down to the couch, a captive of his lovemaking.

"Grab the camera, Swamiji," Martin commanded. "I want a picture of this married slut. The head of my cock splitting her motherly pussy open which will be the slave of this Ashram she will be the next bitch of the Ashram satisfying your holy dick, all shiny with her cum."

Swamiji scooped the camera up from the floor next to him. Standing on his knees until he was kneeling over me as well, he stared down at the sight of Martin and I joined together through the camera.

"Hold your pussy open more for him, Rehana, hold on for the white English lowda” Swamiji demanded. 

Both men watched as my hands slipped up my inner thighs, the thumbs dragging along the length of Martin's hard cock before sliding across my bare pussy. I gasped in pleasure as my thumbs stroked across my clit, one after the other. I tried to arch my back, but Martin held my hips firmly in place, not allowing me to slide his cock deeper inside me. Slowly my hands stopped on either side of my opening and pulled my pussy lips apart so that they could see, as the puffy skin was pulled back to expose Martin's hard cock nestled just barely inside me. I shivered slightly as the cool air touched my wet, hot skin. My eyes had fluttered closed as I began stroking my clit while Swamiji and Martin watched, but quickly opened again when I felt a hot tongue slither me, chasing my fingers away. I looked down to see Swamiji's head between my thighs, the camera resting in one hand while he sucked my clit into his mouth.

"Tastes good, doesn't she Swamiji she is now your Ashram Slave?" Martin asked as he began rocking into me again. 

His eyes watching my face as I began moaning even louder. My body was thrashing on the couch and my hands found their way to my nipples, which I began twisting and pulling on.

"Oh, that feels so good,yessssssssssss Swamiji yesssssssssss your holiness yessssssssssssssssssssssssss" I cried out.

"What feels good?" Martin wanted to know as he slowly slid in and out of me, careful not to dislodge Swamiji from my clit.

"How deep you are going inside me with your big English dick in my married pussy. Swamiji's holy mouth sucking on my clit," I panted.

Martin slowly pulled one of my feet up towards his mouth, forcing Swamiji to stop sucking on my clit. Swamiji was not to be put out though. He laid his head on my lower stomach and began licking my clit. One of my hands went to Swamiji's shaved head, my fingers running through his shaved head as his tongue flicked across my clit again and again. Martin had the heel of my foot resting on his chin and my toes spread apart in ecstasy when his tongue traced the arch of my foot. As Martin's tongue pushed its way between my toes, I could feel my pussy burning hotter and tighter.