18-06-2019, 04:22 PM
She is wearing the outrageous string bikini. The bra has thin, fine strands, the cups little more than the size of Band-Aids, barely covering her nipples. It is small and taut and her full, heavy breasts strain at the cloth, her cleavage deep and enticing, the gold chain nestling in the dark valley.
The panty is ridiculous, a narrow, long strip of cloth descending from the strings that girdle low on her hips and barely covering her cunt-lips, leaving most of her crotch exposed.
Between her thighs, it tapers and narrows again to a single strand that rises between the curves of her buttocks, leaving them entirely naked.
Anuja's body tingles with excitement. She finds the situation very sexy. Her nipples stiffen and her pulse quickens. Her breasts swell, grow hot and hard in the tiny bikini cups.
Slowly, she tilts her head back, lifting her chin and draws her hands up her sides to her breasts, her fingers spread wide, her palms open. Her hands pause over her breasts, the heels of her palms over her nipples and she opens her mouth and runs her tongue sensuously across her upper lip, slowly rolling her hands over her breasts in circular motions.
Her body writhes visibly. Hunching her shoulders, she squeezes her breasts together, crushing them hard in her hands, her mouth now forming a wide O. Her eyes flash with lust, inviting every man in the audience to come up and fuck her.
She lifts and squeezes her breasts in her hands, the outsides of her palms meeting in her cleavage, her face soft and radiant with lust and arousal. Slowly, she releases her breasts and begins to slide her hands down her belly, drawing it inward.
A lascivious smile in her eyes, her body quivering with excitement and delight at the attention, she slides her hands lower, reversing her palms so that her fingers are pointed down to her crotch.
Lower and lower her hands go, her fingers spreading wide. Her feet shuffle apart. Her hands slide down and in from her hips. Her palms pressed to her lower belly, her first fingers raised delicately, she drags her forefingers along the two sides of the V of her crotch, on either side of her cunt.
She drags her forefingers together, closer and closer, and they crawl under the bikini panty to her cunt-lips. Her fingers pressed to her slit, she starts masturbating, moving her fingers sensuously up and down, back and forth.
Her hips start to grind and sway and writhe and pump. She bites her lower lip, then opens her mouth and presses her tongue sexily to her upper lip.
Slowly, she draws the edges of the bikini panty together, squeezing and twisting them into a single thick strand that runs down her cunt-lips.
"Yes," she breathes, "yes ... I want it ... I want it!"
Her voice carries over the breeze, audible to every person present. She hisses softly, her fingers pumping gently in her cunt under the bikini panty, her hips writhing and rocking slowly back and forth.
With one hand she lifts the bikini panty strand aside. Now her cunt-lips are completely exposed and, with a soft moan, she arches a finger into her slit, her hips writhing, her buttocks flexing and unflexing making her body rise and rock gently up and down on her feet. Her finger is visibly wet.
Still masturbating, she turns around, her back to the audience and they can see her naked buttocks now and the rear strand of the bikini panty emerging from the dark cleft between the smooth curves.
She slides her hands to her buttocks, bends forward slightly, pulls them open, exposing her sweetly puckered anus with the bikini strand running over it and looks over her shoulder at the audience with a wanton, glassy, lust-filled expression.
Slipping hand down into her crotch, she lifts the front of the bikini panty and arches a finger into her cunt again so that from behind the audience can see her masturbate.
"Yes," she says again. "I want a man ... I want a cock ... I want to be fucked!"
On cue, timing it to perfection, a figure shimmers out of the shadows in front of her. A man steps silently over the soft sand and Anuja straightens as he comes up before her.
The man is tall and dark and handsome, with a stunning physique. He is wearing nothing but tight, small swimming trunks. His face is lean and hard, with a sharp nose, dark eyes set deep, a thick shock of black hair.
He is clean shaven and his jaw is square and hard, his lips slim and wide. His cheeks are hollowed and lined.
His body is tanned and dark, the skin smooth and supple with not an ounce of fat anywhere on him. His shoulders are wide and broad and his torso is a savagely slashing V from shoulder to hip.
His chest is deep and cleaved, the pectorals bulging, small hard nipples pulled wide and low on either side. His belly is rock-hard, every muscle ridged and defined.
His arms are thickly bunched with strength, his wrists as thick as his forearms. His legs are long and strong, the thighs sturdy and rippling with muscle. His waist is narrow, his hips high, his buttocks small and taut and lean.
His torso is entirely hairless, even the armpits depilated. The bulge in his crotch is thick and promising.
His body glistens and Anuja realises that he has oiled it lightly to accentuate his physique. He looks very sexy. She trembles in excitement and pleasure.
Seema has chosen well, she thinks. This man will be a magnificent lover.
A brief smile flickers on his face. He comes closer, and his hands go around her, slide down her body to her buttocks, pulling her to him. Anuja arches against him, her groin pressed to his, her back bowed, her hands on his arms.
He bends her further back, more and more steeply and her body curves backward in a steep bow. He holds by the waist with one hand and bends his face to her upthrust breasts.
Anuja gasps loudly as he draws one fleshy mound into his mouth, with the bikini cup and sucks on it. Her head falls back, upside down. He squeezes the other breast with his free hand.
He pulls her up slowly and she moves smoothly, in perfect, unspoken understanding. She licks his chest lasciviously, sucks and licks one nipple, then the other, slowly descends to her knees in front of him.
Groaning audibly, she presses her face to his crotch and sucks his penis through his swimming trunks. The man grunts softly.
Gently, she slides her fingers into the legs of his trunks. Her fingers close around his penis. It is huge, at least eight inches long, over an inch thick and not yet erect. Anuja grows hot with lust.
His cock is uncircumcised, the shaft, she notices, shaved smooth to the hilt, the balls heavy and low. Slowly, she drags his trunks down, lower and lower. His cock springs out, thick and long, better than she had hoped.
Whimpering softly, she takes it in her hand and jerks it gently, deftly. It quivers and begins to thicken and grow. She flips back the foreskin, caresses her face with it, her lips open, running it over her lips and cheeks.
Her tongue flickers out and swirls over his cock-head. The man grunts and his hands go down to her head. She looks up. His head is bent, watching her.
His hips grind forward. Jerking his shaft gently, she opens her mouth wider and slowly takes his cock into her mouth. The man's head arches back and he groans loudly, pulling her head deeper into his crotch.
Anuja sucks her anonymous lover's cock slowly and deeply and heavily, jerking his shaft in her fist, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs.
He fucks her mouth unhurriedly, rocking her head back and forth with both hands, pumping his hips at her face.
Her back is to the audience and they cannot fully see her sucking his cock. Somehow, this only adds to the eroticism of the scene. Her buttocks rest on her heels, her toes digging into the sand.
The viewers only see his hips jerking to and fro and her head rocking back and forth between his thighs.
The panty is ridiculous, a narrow, long strip of cloth descending from the strings that girdle low on her hips and barely covering her cunt-lips, leaving most of her crotch exposed.
Between her thighs, it tapers and narrows again to a single strand that rises between the curves of her buttocks, leaving them entirely naked.
Anuja's body tingles with excitement. She finds the situation very sexy. Her nipples stiffen and her pulse quickens. Her breasts swell, grow hot and hard in the tiny bikini cups.
Slowly, she tilts her head back, lifting her chin and draws her hands up her sides to her breasts, her fingers spread wide, her palms open. Her hands pause over her breasts, the heels of her palms over her nipples and she opens her mouth and runs her tongue sensuously across her upper lip, slowly rolling her hands over her breasts in circular motions.
Her body writhes visibly. Hunching her shoulders, she squeezes her breasts together, crushing them hard in her hands, her mouth now forming a wide O. Her eyes flash with lust, inviting every man in the audience to come up and fuck her.
She lifts and squeezes her breasts in her hands, the outsides of her palms meeting in her cleavage, her face soft and radiant with lust and arousal. Slowly, she releases her breasts and begins to slide her hands down her belly, drawing it inward.
A lascivious smile in her eyes, her body quivering with excitement and delight at the attention, she slides her hands lower, reversing her palms so that her fingers are pointed down to her crotch.
Lower and lower her hands go, her fingers spreading wide. Her feet shuffle apart. Her hands slide down and in from her hips. Her palms pressed to her lower belly, her first fingers raised delicately, she drags her forefingers along the two sides of the V of her crotch, on either side of her cunt.
She drags her forefingers together, closer and closer, and they crawl under the bikini panty to her cunt-lips. Her fingers pressed to her slit, she starts masturbating, moving her fingers sensuously up and down, back and forth.
Her hips start to grind and sway and writhe and pump. She bites her lower lip, then opens her mouth and presses her tongue sexily to her upper lip.
Slowly, she draws the edges of the bikini panty together, squeezing and twisting them into a single thick strand that runs down her cunt-lips.
"Yes," she breathes, "yes ... I want it ... I want it!"
Her voice carries over the breeze, audible to every person present. She hisses softly, her fingers pumping gently in her cunt under the bikini panty, her hips writhing and rocking slowly back and forth.
With one hand she lifts the bikini panty strand aside. Now her cunt-lips are completely exposed and, with a soft moan, she arches a finger into her slit, her hips writhing, her buttocks flexing and unflexing making her body rise and rock gently up and down on her feet. Her finger is visibly wet.
Still masturbating, she turns around, her back to the audience and they can see her naked buttocks now and the rear strand of the bikini panty emerging from the dark cleft between the smooth curves.
She slides her hands to her buttocks, bends forward slightly, pulls them open, exposing her sweetly puckered anus with the bikini strand running over it and looks over her shoulder at the audience with a wanton, glassy, lust-filled expression.
Slipping hand down into her crotch, she lifts the front of the bikini panty and arches a finger into her cunt again so that from behind the audience can see her masturbate.
"Yes," she says again. "I want a man ... I want a cock ... I want to be fucked!"
On cue, timing it to perfection, a figure shimmers out of the shadows in front of her. A man steps silently over the soft sand and Anuja straightens as he comes up before her.
The man is tall and dark and handsome, with a stunning physique. He is wearing nothing but tight, small swimming trunks. His face is lean and hard, with a sharp nose, dark eyes set deep, a thick shock of black hair.
He is clean shaven and his jaw is square and hard, his lips slim and wide. His cheeks are hollowed and lined.
His body is tanned and dark, the skin smooth and supple with not an ounce of fat anywhere on him. His shoulders are wide and broad and his torso is a savagely slashing V from shoulder to hip.
His chest is deep and cleaved, the pectorals bulging, small hard nipples pulled wide and low on either side. His belly is rock-hard, every muscle ridged and defined.
His arms are thickly bunched with strength, his wrists as thick as his forearms. His legs are long and strong, the thighs sturdy and rippling with muscle. His waist is narrow, his hips high, his buttocks small and taut and lean.
His torso is entirely hairless, even the armpits depilated. The bulge in his crotch is thick and promising.
His body glistens and Anuja realises that he has oiled it lightly to accentuate his physique. He looks very sexy. She trembles in excitement and pleasure.
Seema has chosen well, she thinks. This man will be a magnificent lover.
A brief smile flickers on his face. He comes closer, and his hands go around her, slide down her body to her buttocks, pulling her to him. Anuja arches against him, her groin pressed to his, her back bowed, her hands on his arms.
He bends her further back, more and more steeply and her body curves backward in a steep bow. He holds by the waist with one hand and bends his face to her upthrust breasts.
Anuja gasps loudly as he draws one fleshy mound into his mouth, with the bikini cup and sucks on it. Her head falls back, upside down. He squeezes the other breast with his free hand.
He pulls her up slowly and she moves smoothly, in perfect, unspoken understanding. She licks his chest lasciviously, sucks and licks one nipple, then the other, slowly descends to her knees in front of him.
Groaning audibly, she presses her face to his crotch and sucks his penis through his swimming trunks. The man grunts softly.
Gently, she slides her fingers into the legs of his trunks. Her fingers close around his penis. It is huge, at least eight inches long, over an inch thick and not yet erect. Anuja grows hot with lust.
His cock is uncircumcised, the shaft, she notices, shaved smooth to the hilt, the balls heavy and low. Slowly, she drags his trunks down, lower and lower. His cock springs out, thick and long, better than she had hoped.
Whimpering softly, she takes it in her hand and jerks it gently, deftly. It quivers and begins to thicken and grow. She flips back the foreskin, caresses her face with it, her lips open, running it over her lips and cheeks.
Her tongue flickers out and swirls over his cock-head. The man grunts and his hands go down to her head. She looks up. His head is bent, watching her.
His hips grind forward. Jerking his shaft gently, she opens her mouth wider and slowly takes his cock into her mouth. The man's head arches back and he groans loudly, pulling her head deeper into his crotch.
Anuja sucks her anonymous lover's cock slowly and deeply and heavily, jerking his shaft in her fist, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs.
He fucks her mouth unhurriedly, rocking her head back and forth with both hands, pumping his hips at her face.
Her back is to the audience and they cannot fully see her sucking his cock. Somehow, this only adds to the eroticism of the scene. Her buttocks rest on her heels, her toes digging into the sand.
The viewers only see his hips jerking to and fro and her head rocking back and forth between his thighs.
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