Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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As my sister was getting ready to run towards them, “Sir, now you stand here and watch her legs and panties, and feast your eyes, and when she comes here insert your hands under her skirt and grab her ass cheeks over her panties and feel her tender ass cheeks up, but it look like you are lifting her and circling her around out of happiness and appreciating her,” the coach said.  “Thanks coach, I have been waiting for this for so many days,” Murthy said.  “Shalu, are you ready?” the coach screamed.  “Yes, Coach,” my sister screamed, and was ready and set to run.  The moment the coach blew the whistle, my sister started running faster and faster.  Since she had to impress Murthy who had agreed to sponsor her, and to prove to him that she was worth sponsoring, my sister Shalu started running faster than ever, making her skirt fly well about her waist, revealing her entire light skinned legs and her black panties which she was wearing under her skirt.  The way she was running looked like she was running with no skirt on, but just her black panties.  “My God, such a tender little whore..!” Murthy exclaimed.  “She is,” the coach said and laughed.  “One day I am gonna have her coach,” Murthy said, as my sister Shalu neared him, and the moment she touched the finish line, Murthy who was readily waiting for my sister, just like the coach used to insert his hands inside my sister’s skirt and grab my sister’s ass cheeks over her panties and circle her around, Murthy inserted his hands under my sister’s skirt and grabbed my sister’s ass cheeks over her black panties and started circling her around.