27-01-2022, 01:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 28-01-2022, 05:08 AM by B1ryani. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
**Part 11.**
I felt Dadi’s finger slowly graze along the lacy panties in between my butt cheeks, his index and middle fingers gently feeling the skimpy material that stuck on my pussy lips. I remained in this position, my knees on the couch seats, my arms on the head rests, my back arched towards them, sticking my ass out. I kept my face buried in my arms, feeling humiliated having this man watch Dadi touch the most intimate parts of my body. The skirt was pulled up to my waist, only the thin lacy panties barely covering my pussy.
“What do you think of this, Arul?”, Dadi asked him, I heard the cheeky tone in his voice. He slowly slid his thumb and index finger in between each thigh and pussy lip, pinching them together. I could feel my pussy lips being squished together, bulging out over the thin lace. He kept pinching and massaging them, making the fat lips puff out in Mr Arul’s face.
“It’s amazing, Santosh Ji.”, He must be drooling looking at the sight before him. “Hold this pose, Santosh Ji. Let me take some pictures of your hands on her bum.” *Click. *Click.
“Is this ok, Arul?”, Dadi slowly slid his index finger under the panty line, the tip resting on my left pussy lip.
“Dadi… please stop this…”. I could feel my pussy starting to betray me, my slit was starting to get a little wet. I was slowly getting turned on having Dadi’s fingers tease me.
*Click. *Click. “Fantastic, Santosh Ji. Her pussy must be so smooth.”, he commented.
Dadi’s finger gripped the edge of the panty line, slowly pulling it aside.
Oh god. I pushed my head deeper into my hands, the thin frame spectacles crushing my palms.
My fat pussy lips were now on open display towards Mr Arul as I heard a little gasp escape his mouth. Dadi pushed the panties to the side, making it rest on my right butt cheek, my little asshole was also exhibited in the living room. I could feel the tight hole clenching and opening in Mr Arul’s face.
*Click. *Click. *Click *Click. The camera started going off quickly as Mr Arul gathered himself, making sure to take a picture of every single detail of my juicy pussy lips.
Dadi’s middle finger slowly slid in between my slit, touching the entrance of my pussy hole, gathering a bit of creamy cum and made its way up to my clit, gently massaging the little hard nub.
“Look at her Arul, she’s so wet…”, Dadi chuckled slightly, his finger continuously teasing my little clitoris.
“Dadi…”, I whispered softly, trying not to moan is the pleasure of the moment. His finger was driving me crazy. “Dadi…please….ahhhhh….stoppp…ummm….ahhhh….”,trying to plead in between moans.
I felt Dadi’s thumb and index finger find my right labia flab, he pinched it between the fingers, pulling it aside. My pink wet pussy hole was now open, gaping at Mr Arul. *Click. *Click. *Click. The camera continued on.
“Feel how soft her pussy is Arul.”, Dadi said, still pulling my right pussy lip aside, exposing all the wet pink flesh in between my dark pussy lips to him. I was letting out little gasps of pleasure, breathing heavily, my chest rising up and down.
Mr Arul held the camera with his right hand, the left gripping my left ass cheek, squeezing it hard. Dadi let my pussy lip go, giving Mr Arul his approval to touch me. He sat quietly beside me, watching his friends every move. I felt Mr Arul’s big hand slowly graze across my pussy, his middle and index finger slowly gliding against the soft wet puffy lips, feeling the smooth fleshy skin.
“Very nice...”, he whispered. His middle finger now sliding up and down my slit.’
“Uhmmmm…emmmmm”, I moaned softly into my hands. Fuck. It felt so good having this man’s hand gently caress my pussy.
Mr Arul took his hands off my pussy, gripping the panty, and pulled it down to my knees, resting on the couch seats. He gripped my thigh, pushing my legs further apart. My body looked like I was getting prepared to be doggy styled hard.
I glanced at Dadi from in between my fingers, he had his right hand on his cock over the dhoti, gently stroking himself watching Mr Arul fondle me.
*Click . *Click.
Mr Arul took another few pictures of my exposed asshole and pussy. I heard him put the camera back down on the table, the camcorder still recording everything that was taking place on the couch. I felt his right hand on my lower back, gently feeling my smooth skin. He slowly slid his middle finger downwards towards my butt crack, making its way to my asshole. He gently poked it, feeling it clench on his finger. I heard him laugh slightly, looking at how the little hole was reacting to his touch. Dadi was stroking his cock a little harder now, watching Mr Arul’s hand.
Mr Arul slowly slid his finger down towards my pussy. His left hand holding onto my left butt, gripping it tight. The finger slowly slid down in between my slit, spreading my creamy cum in between my pussy lips . Eventually he found the hole, slowly sliding his middle finger in.
“Mmmmmmmm …..”, I moaned softly as the finger entered me.
“Fuck… she is so tight, Santosh Ji.”, he said softly, his finger slowly sliding in and out between my fat pussy lips. I arched my back a little bit more, giving him more access to my pussy. I wasn’t thinking about my shyness anymore.
“Take your top off, Molu.”, Dadi said, placing his left hand on my breasts, gripping my right nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Without thinking, I removed my top and the spectacles from my face, placing it on the empty seat beside me. Dadi grabbed my right tit, pinching and pulling my hard nipple. Then the left.
“Hmmm…. Mmmmm… ”, Fuck. That felt so good. Mr Arul’s index finger pushed its way in, digging into the depths of my wet pussy hole, slowly pumping deep into me. He continued on like this for a couple of minutes, coming close behind me. I could feel his erection rubbing against my left butt cheek as he continued to finger me hard,
“I think that’s enough Arul. Shall we proceed with the next outfit?”
Shit.I was so close to cumming. Why is Dadi stopping it now, teasing me then leaving me wanting for more. I felt Mr Arul’s finger slowly slide out of my dripping pussy as I collapsed onto the couch. Little drops of my cream wetting the soft cushion under me. I slowly moved my body up, sitting down properly on the couch, with my breasts and pussy on display to both of them.
*Click. *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs a little bit more,ma.”
Mr Arul went back to taking his pictures of me. The tent in his pants was at its peak. His fingers were wet with my cum. I slowly spread my legs a little more, allowing him to take some close-up shots of my dripping pussy. I was too turned on to care at this point, and both the men knew it.
“I think we can do the final shoot outside.”, Mr Arul said, staring at my breasts. “I think we can go with the bikini next.”
Shit.
**End of Part 11.**
I felt Dadi’s finger slowly graze along the lacy panties in between my butt cheeks, his index and middle fingers gently feeling the skimpy material that stuck on my pussy lips. I remained in this position, my knees on the couch seats, my arms on the head rests, my back arched towards them, sticking my ass out. I kept my face buried in my arms, feeling humiliated having this man watch Dadi touch the most intimate parts of my body. The skirt was pulled up to my waist, only the thin lacy panties barely covering my pussy.
“What do you think of this, Arul?”, Dadi asked him, I heard the cheeky tone in his voice. He slowly slid his thumb and index finger in between each thigh and pussy lip, pinching them together. I could feel my pussy lips being squished together, bulging out over the thin lace. He kept pinching and massaging them, making the fat lips puff out in Mr Arul’s face.
“It’s amazing, Santosh Ji.”, He must be drooling looking at the sight before him. “Hold this pose, Santosh Ji. Let me take some pictures of your hands on her bum.” *Click. *Click.
“Is this ok, Arul?”, Dadi slowly slid his index finger under the panty line, the tip resting on my left pussy lip.
“Dadi… please stop this…”. I could feel my pussy starting to betray me, my slit was starting to get a little wet. I was slowly getting turned on having Dadi’s fingers tease me.
*Click. *Click. “Fantastic, Santosh Ji. Her pussy must be so smooth.”, he commented.
Dadi’s finger gripped the edge of the panty line, slowly pulling it aside.
Oh god. I pushed my head deeper into my hands, the thin frame spectacles crushing my palms.
My fat pussy lips were now on open display towards Mr Arul as I heard a little gasp escape his mouth. Dadi pushed the panties to the side, making it rest on my right butt cheek, my little asshole was also exhibited in the living room. I could feel the tight hole clenching and opening in Mr Arul’s face.
*Click. *Click. *Click *Click. The camera started going off quickly as Mr Arul gathered himself, making sure to take a picture of every single detail of my juicy pussy lips.
Dadi’s middle finger slowly slid in between my slit, touching the entrance of my pussy hole, gathering a bit of creamy cum and made its way up to my clit, gently massaging the little hard nub.
“Look at her Arul, she’s so wet…”, Dadi chuckled slightly, his finger continuously teasing my little clitoris.
“Dadi…”, I whispered softly, trying not to moan is the pleasure of the moment. His finger was driving me crazy. “Dadi…please….ahhhhh….stoppp…ummm….ahhhh….”,trying to plead in between moans.
I felt Dadi’s thumb and index finger find my right labia flab, he pinched it between the fingers, pulling it aside. My pink wet pussy hole was now open, gaping at Mr Arul. *Click. *Click. *Click. The camera continued on.
“Feel how soft her pussy is Arul.”, Dadi said, still pulling my right pussy lip aside, exposing all the wet pink flesh in between my dark pussy lips to him. I was letting out little gasps of pleasure, breathing heavily, my chest rising up and down.
Mr Arul held the camera with his right hand, the left gripping my left ass cheek, squeezing it hard. Dadi let my pussy lip go, giving Mr Arul his approval to touch me. He sat quietly beside me, watching his friends every move. I felt Mr Arul’s big hand slowly graze across my pussy, his middle and index finger slowly gliding against the soft wet puffy lips, feeling the smooth fleshy skin.
“Very nice...”, he whispered. His middle finger now sliding up and down my slit.’
“Uhmmmm…emmmmm”, I moaned softly into my hands. Fuck. It felt so good having this man’s hand gently caress my pussy.
Mr Arul took his hands off my pussy, gripping the panty, and pulled it down to my knees, resting on the couch seats. He gripped my thigh, pushing my legs further apart. My body looked like I was getting prepared to be doggy styled hard.
I glanced at Dadi from in between my fingers, he had his right hand on his cock over the dhoti, gently stroking himself watching Mr Arul fondle me.
*Click . *Click.
Mr Arul took another few pictures of my exposed asshole and pussy. I heard him put the camera back down on the table, the camcorder still recording everything that was taking place on the couch. I felt his right hand on my lower back, gently feeling my smooth skin. He slowly slid his middle finger downwards towards my butt crack, making its way to my asshole. He gently poked it, feeling it clench on his finger. I heard him laugh slightly, looking at how the little hole was reacting to his touch. Dadi was stroking his cock a little harder now, watching Mr Arul’s hand.
Mr Arul slowly slid his finger down towards my pussy. His left hand holding onto my left butt, gripping it tight. The finger slowly slid down in between my slit, spreading my creamy cum in between my pussy lips . Eventually he found the hole, slowly sliding his middle finger in.
“Mmmmmmmm …..”, I moaned softly as the finger entered me.
“Fuck… she is so tight, Santosh Ji.”, he said softly, his finger slowly sliding in and out between my fat pussy lips. I arched my back a little bit more, giving him more access to my pussy. I wasn’t thinking about my shyness anymore.
“Take your top off, Molu.”, Dadi said, placing his left hand on my breasts, gripping my right nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Without thinking, I removed my top and the spectacles from my face, placing it on the empty seat beside me. Dadi grabbed my right tit, pinching and pulling my hard nipple. Then the left.
“Hmmm…. Mmmmm… ”, Fuck. That felt so good. Mr Arul’s index finger pushed its way in, digging into the depths of my wet pussy hole, slowly pumping deep into me. He continued on like this for a couple of minutes, coming close behind me. I could feel his erection rubbing against my left butt cheek as he continued to finger me hard,
“I think that’s enough Arul. Shall we proceed with the next outfit?”
Shit.I was so close to cumming. Why is Dadi stopping it now, teasing me then leaving me wanting for more. I felt Mr Arul’s finger slowly slide out of my dripping pussy as I collapsed onto the couch. Little drops of my cream wetting the soft cushion under me. I slowly moved my body up, sitting down properly on the couch, with my breasts and pussy on display to both of them.
*Click. *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs a little bit more,ma.”
Mr Arul went back to taking his pictures of me. The tent in his pants was at its peak. His fingers were wet with my cum. I slowly spread my legs a little more, allowing him to take some close-up shots of my dripping pussy. I was too turned on to care at this point, and both the men knew it.
“I think we can do the final shoot outside.”, Mr Arul said, staring at my breasts. “I think we can go with the bikini next.”
Shit.
**End of Part 11.**
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