12-02-2023, 08:25 PM
I was on the same road the refugees had taken. Straight ahead I could see several houses.
Walking past closed stores and small restaurants, I continued to live stream.
Thinking I heard a distant scream, I stopped and cocked an ear to one side. But the sound did not come again, so I continued walking.
Looking ahead, I realized the houses were getting closer.
'What was happening in them?' I wondered, “The men of the village are far off in the sea, and the aurats are alone and vulnerable…”
In my mind's eye came visions of what I would find once I got there, and none of it was pretty.
Surely that pujari was wrong, that could not be happening, not in this day and age, it's not possible, the local security officer, the mawlanas and the dukaandars, they would never allow something like that.
Soon I arrived at the first house, and when I did, I heard it.
There is no mistaking the sounds of a woman being hard-fucked. Nothing in the world sounds like it, and immediately it grabs the attention of all who hear it.
The sound was coming from the first house.
The main door on the front porch stood open allowing me to enter. Walking up to the door, I stopped and looked in.
Right there on the floor, less than ten feet in front of me, was a large Ghindustani man, butt-nanga, fucking away on a nangi Bussalman aurat.
He was doing her missionary-style, his big Ghindu gaand thrusting down into her forcefully.
Her legs were up in the air and spread wide giving him plenty of access. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his muscular back, like a wrestler afraid too much distance between he and her opponent may cause her injury.
The Ghindustani’s big and thick lund was hammering in and out of her flowering choot. The Palochi woman continued to make a small sound on every stroke as his uncircumcised loda bottomed out in her tight phuddi.
Looking around the room, clothes were spread all over. The woman's white bra and panties, veil and kurthis lay there in disarray as if they had been removed forcibly. No one else seemed to be in the house.
Looking down at the woman again, I could see her face quite clearly, her features were typical Palochistani; fair skin, high cheekbones, strong chin, strong jaw, big mummays, wide child-bearing hips.
The Palochistani aurat seemed unaware of my presence, her gaze remained directed into the ceiling. Clearly an orgasm was building in her; her eyes were widening, her mouth slowly opening. She had been making lustful noises for several minutes now, however, this would be her first real orgasm of the day.
The Ghindustani refugee sensed the orgasm, he probably felt her choot tightening around his invading lund, so he began fucking her even harder, in fact, he began fucking her harder than I had ever seen a woman fucked before.
Walking past closed stores and small restaurants, I continued to live stream.
Thinking I heard a distant scream, I stopped and cocked an ear to one side. But the sound did not come again, so I continued walking.
Looking ahead, I realized the houses were getting closer.
'What was happening in them?' I wondered, “The men of the village are far off in the sea, and the aurats are alone and vulnerable…”
In my mind's eye came visions of what I would find once I got there, and none of it was pretty.
Surely that pujari was wrong, that could not be happening, not in this day and age, it's not possible, the local security officer, the mawlanas and the dukaandars, they would never allow something like that.
Soon I arrived at the first house, and when I did, I heard it.
There is no mistaking the sounds of a woman being hard-fucked. Nothing in the world sounds like it, and immediately it grabs the attention of all who hear it.
The sound was coming from the first house.
The main door on the front porch stood open allowing me to enter. Walking up to the door, I stopped and looked in.
Right there on the floor, less than ten feet in front of me, was a large Ghindustani man, butt-nanga, fucking away on a nangi Bussalman aurat.
He was doing her missionary-style, his big Ghindu gaand thrusting down into her forcefully.
Her legs were up in the air and spread wide giving him plenty of access. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his muscular back, like a wrestler afraid too much distance between he and her opponent may cause her injury.
The Ghindustani’s big and thick lund was hammering in and out of her flowering choot. The Palochi woman continued to make a small sound on every stroke as his uncircumcised loda bottomed out in her tight phuddi.
Looking around the room, clothes were spread all over. The woman's white bra and panties, veil and kurthis lay there in disarray as if they had been removed forcibly. No one else seemed to be in the house.
Looking down at the woman again, I could see her face quite clearly, her features were typical Palochistani; fair skin, high cheekbones, strong chin, strong jaw, big mummays, wide child-bearing hips.
The Palochistani aurat seemed unaware of my presence, her gaze remained directed into the ceiling. Clearly an orgasm was building in her; her eyes were widening, her mouth slowly opening. She had been making lustful noises for several minutes now, however, this would be her first real orgasm of the day.
The Ghindustani refugee sensed the orgasm, he probably felt her choot tightening around his invading lund, so he began fucking her even harder, in fact, he began fucking her harder than I had ever seen a woman fucked before.
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