01-06-2019, 01:24 PM
She was standing at the center of the group of men in only her panties and a dog collar. Her hands were behind her neck, elbows pulled wide apart and her big tits were sticking out.
All the men were staring at her boobs, trying to determine if they were real or fake – i.e. had she had plastic surgery to enhance her boobs?
Vicky: “So, Randi Bhabhi, you claim that these are real boobs?”
“Y… yes, maalik……”
Jo: “I don’t see any scars, Ustadji…”
Ustadji: "Sometimes they're underneath… let’s see…"
During this discussion, Ustadji had moved behind her. Now he stepped up close and Nilanjana could feel his hard dick pressing into her lower back. It had been obvious from the beginning that his dick was not hampered by any underwear. Only the thin material of his lungi separated it from her skin.
She could feel his breath on her neck. It reeked of whiskey….
She felt his hands reach around her underarms. Lightly they touched the underside of her boobs.
Though she had braced herself, the touch was like an electric shock, and she flinched, but managed to keep herself steady. She didn’t want to give any excuse to them to get angry at her.
She felt a hand lifting her left breast, weighing it like a piece of fruit. Her face flushed.
"Gawd, they're heavy," said Ustadji… "Let's see the other one…"
She felt another hand lift her right breast.
"Have you ever weighed these beauties, Randi?"
"N...no… maalik…"
Both hands pushed her boobs up, mashing them into her chest. The force made her have to take a step back, which pressed her ass against his crotch.
“Looks like this randi is enjoying my attention so much, she’s rubbing her gaand against my dick…” Ustadji said laughing - clearly enjoying himself. “Well, do you see any scars under her tits?”
"Nope, no scars under here."
She stood there as Ustadji squeezed the breasts she was so tantalizingly offering.
"You know the best way to tell?," said Ustadji, releasing them.
"What's that?" asked Vicky.
"You hold them together like this," he said and again reached around from behind.
Each hand grabbed a breast. "And see if they feel the same." He squeezed them, molding them in his hands.
She could hear his breathing get raspy as he just played with them for a few moments.
"Then you have to check the nipples." He released her breasts, letting them fall
back into place. Then he began to pinch her nipples, tugging on them. They were already somewhat erect. Quickly, they became fully erect.
“See how fast they became hard?” “That shows how turned on this bitch is…. A total Randi…….”
"They sure look real." offered Jo.
Ustadji went back to playing with them for a moment before releasing them.
"Here, your turn." He told Vicky….
All the men were staring at her boobs, trying to determine if they were real or fake – i.e. had she had plastic surgery to enhance her boobs?
Vicky: “So, Randi Bhabhi, you claim that these are real boobs?”
“Y… yes, maalik……”
Jo: “I don’t see any scars, Ustadji…”
Ustadji: "Sometimes they're underneath… let’s see…"
During this discussion, Ustadji had moved behind her. Now he stepped up close and Nilanjana could feel his hard dick pressing into her lower back. It had been obvious from the beginning that his dick was not hampered by any underwear. Only the thin material of his lungi separated it from her skin.
She could feel his breath on her neck. It reeked of whiskey….
She felt his hands reach around her underarms. Lightly they touched the underside of her boobs.
Though she had braced herself, the touch was like an electric shock, and she flinched, but managed to keep herself steady. She didn’t want to give any excuse to them to get angry at her.
She felt a hand lifting her left breast, weighing it like a piece of fruit. Her face flushed.
"Gawd, they're heavy," said Ustadji… "Let's see the other one…"
She felt another hand lift her right breast.
"Have you ever weighed these beauties, Randi?"
"N...no… maalik…"
Both hands pushed her boobs up, mashing them into her chest. The force made her have to take a step back, which pressed her ass against his crotch.
“Looks like this randi is enjoying my attention so much, she’s rubbing her gaand against my dick…” Ustadji said laughing - clearly enjoying himself. “Well, do you see any scars under her tits?”
"Nope, no scars under here."
She stood there as Ustadji squeezed the breasts she was so tantalizingly offering.
"You know the best way to tell?," said Ustadji, releasing them.
"What's that?" asked Vicky.
"You hold them together like this," he said and again reached around from behind.
Each hand grabbed a breast. "And see if they feel the same." He squeezed them, molding them in his hands.
She could hear his breathing get raspy as he just played with them for a few moments.
"Then you have to check the nipples." He released her breasts, letting them fall
back into place. Then he began to pinch her nipples, tugging on them. They were already somewhat erect. Quickly, they became fully erect.
“See how fast they became hard?” “That shows how turned on this bitch is…. A total Randi…….”
"They sure look real." offered Jo.
Ustadji went back to playing with them for a moment before releasing them.
"Here, your turn." He told Vicky….
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