Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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“Sorry, Ammu,” the director said and slapped her ass cheeks once again, but this time softly, “like this Hero sir, got it?” he said looking at the hero.  “Okay, Sir,” as the hero said.  “And you will carry Ammu further and place her on the grass, and start sucking the water off her mouth,” the director said and started carrying my sister all the way inside the bedroom, and placed her on the bed and slept on top of my sister and started kissing my sister’s lips in the name of sucking the water off her.  “Ammu, don’t move your lips, you are unconscious, just be still,” the director said and was sleeping on top of my sister who was only in her pink blouse and pink petticoat, and began kissing my sister’s lips.  The Hero and Murthy were watching the director kiss my sister’s lips and were scratching the cocks over the dress as they were all turned on and were ready to enjoy my sister.  In between the kiss, the director started pausing and began spitting aside, acting as if he was sucking water out of my drowned sister’s mouth.  “Ammu, you should wake up now and start coughing, and wake up and hug me and start crying,” he said and got off my sister.