Part-5
Aslam smiled, leaning down to kiss Anjali again. The taste of Aslam's semen lingered on Anjali's lips, a reminder of what Anjali had just done. It was a kiss that spoke of his authority, his right to her body. Aslam reached down and grabbed Anjali's sari, pulling it up to expose Anjali's wet, swollen pussy. Anjali gasped, her body reacting to his hardness, Anjali's juices smeared on his thighs. Aslam's eyes never left Anjali, he caressed Anjali's pussy, his thumb moving slowly, deliberately in circles over the top of her pussy. Anjali moaned, her body begging for more and Aslam knew what to do.
Without warning, Aslam pushed Anjali back onto the sacks on the floor, Aslam's hand moving from the top of Anjali's pussy to her entrance. He teased her, thrusting a finger in and out, watching Anjali's face contort with pleasure. Anjali's eyes rolled back, Anjali's hips rose to meet Aslam's hand. "Aslam ji ah," she murmured, a soft moan of need in Anjali's voice. Aslam laughed, his eyes shining with lust. "Aslam ji what?" she said, a low purr in Aslam's voice.
"Fuck me," she gasped, the words coming out without any urgency. Aslam's smile grew wider, Aslam's finger lingering for a few moments, then he pulled it out and lowered his head. Anjali felt Aslam's hot breath on her pussy, Aslam's nose nuzzling into the softness of Anjali's pussy. Then, without hesitation, Aslam's tongue penetrated Anjali's folds, the sensation so sudden and intense that Anjali couldn't stop herself from screaming. The world around them faded away as Aslam licked and sucked, Aslam's mouth working magic on Anjali's sensitive pussy.
Anjali's legs were trembling as she tried to keep herself upright, Anjali's hands were holding the bamboo for support. Aslam's tongue was circling around Anjali's pussy, teasing her with such precision that she was gasping for breath. Anjali had never felt anything so raw, so primitive. The pleasure was exquisite, a seductive sensation that was increasing with each stroke. Anjali's body was a taut bow, on the verge of breaking. Anjali moaned, aaaaaaasssssssss her voice was a sweet and sensual sound of pleasure that mingled with the sounds of the market outside.
Aslam's teeth were touching the sensitive part of Anjali's pussy, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Aslam's grip on Anjali's thighs was firm, holding her in place while his mouth worked its magic. Aslam was relentless, his tongue going deep inside Anjali, tasting every inch of her. Anjali could feel Aslam's hunger, his desire to devour her, his desire to possess her. Anjali's moans grew louder, aaaaahhh ooohhh eeessssss, her breathing grew faster as Anjali felt the ring of tension within her tighten even more.
Suddenly, the shrill sound of her phone ringing pierced the sweet feeling of passion. Anjali's eyes shot open, her heart beating faster as she realised it was her mother calling. Anjali picked up the phone, her hand shaking with a mixture of excitement and fear. Aslam looked at Anjali, his face a picture of pure lust, a glint of annoyance in his eyes at the interruption. "Answer," Aslam demanded, his voice a raspy whisper. "Tell her you're busy."
Anjali's thumb hovered over the green button, Anjali's breathing came in shallow gasps. The ringtone grew louder, a sharp reminder of the world outside their secret haven. With a tremor in her voice, Anjali swiped the screen and brought the phone to her ear. "M-Mummy," Anjali stuttered, trying to compose herself. Anjali's mother's worried voice echoed through the line, asking why she hadn't come home yet and if everything was okay. Anjali could feel Aslam's hot breath on her thighs, Aslam's eyes staring at Anjali, waiting for Anjali's response.
"I-I'm fine," Anjali somehow managed to say, her voice strained. With the phone glued tightly to her ear, Anjali felt Aslam's mouth coming closer to her pussy, Aslam's breath a hot touch on Anjali's sensitive pussy skin. Just as Anjali was about to speak, Aslam's tongue darted out and flicked at her pussy.
Before she could stop it, a moan escaped Anjali's lips and she quickly covered his mouth with her free hand. Anjali's mother's voice on the other side of the line grew even louder. "What's going on, Anjali?"
Aslam took advantage of Anjali's momentary distraction, his tongue slithering into Anjali's wetness. She bit his hand to stifle her screams, her eyes shutting in the effort. Aslam licked and sucked with an enthusiasm that belied his age, Aslam's movements were insistent and demanding.
Anjali's body responded in the same way, the tension growing as Anjali's ass began to push against Aslam's face. "Nothing," Anjali stuttered, her voice muffled by her hand. "I just... spilled something."
Aslam smiled, leaning down to kiss Anjali again. The taste of Aslam's semen lingered on Anjali's lips, a reminder of what Anjali had just done. It was a kiss that spoke of his authority, his right to her body. Aslam reached down and grabbed Anjali's sari, pulling it up to expose Anjali's wet, swollen pussy. Anjali gasped, her body reacting to his hardness, Anjali's juices smeared on his thighs. Aslam's eyes never left Anjali, he caressed Anjali's pussy, his thumb moving slowly, deliberately in circles over the top of her pussy. Anjali moaned, her body begging for more and Aslam knew what to do.
Without warning, Aslam pushed Anjali back onto the sacks on the floor, Aslam's hand moving from the top of Anjali's pussy to her entrance. He teased her, thrusting a finger in and out, watching Anjali's face contort with pleasure. Anjali's eyes rolled back, Anjali's hips rose to meet Aslam's hand. "Aslam ji ah," she murmured, a soft moan of need in Anjali's voice. Aslam laughed, his eyes shining with lust. "Aslam ji what?" she said, a low purr in Aslam's voice.
"Fuck me," she gasped, the words coming out without any urgency. Aslam's smile grew wider, Aslam's finger lingering for a few moments, then he pulled it out and lowered his head. Anjali felt Aslam's hot breath on her pussy, Aslam's nose nuzzling into the softness of Anjali's pussy. Then, without hesitation, Aslam's tongue penetrated Anjali's folds, the sensation so sudden and intense that Anjali couldn't stop herself from screaming. The world around them faded away as Aslam licked and sucked, Aslam's mouth working magic on Anjali's sensitive pussy.
Anjali's legs were trembling as she tried to keep herself upright, Anjali's hands were holding the bamboo for support. Aslam's tongue was circling around Anjali's pussy, teasing her with such precision that she was gasping for breath. Anjali had never felt anything so raw, so primitive. The pleasure was exquisite, a seductive sensation that was increasing with each stroke. Anjali's body was a taut bow, on the verge of breaking. Anjali moaned, aaaaaaasssssssss her voice was a sweet and sensual sound of pleasure that mingled with the sounds of the market outside.
Aslam's teeth were touching the sensitive part of Anjali's pussy, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Aslam's grip on Anjali's thighs was firm, holding her in place while his mouth worked its magic. Aslam was relentless, his tongue going deep inside Anjali, tasting every inch of her. Anjali could feel Aslam's hunger, his desire to devour her, his desire to possess her. Anjali's moans grew louder, aaaaahhh ooohhh eeessssss, her breathing grew faster as Anjali felt the ring of tension within her tighten even more.
Suddenly, the shrill sound of her phone ringing pierced the sweet feeling of passion. Anjali's eyes shot open, her heart beating faster as she realised it was her mother calling. Anjali picked up the phone, her hand shaking with a mixture of excitement and fear. Aslam looked at Anjali, his face a picture of pure lust, a glint of annoyance in his eyes at the interruption. "Answer," Aslam demanded, his voice a raspy whisper. "Tell her you're busy."
Anjali's thumb hovered over the green button, Anjali's breathing came in shallow gasps. The ringtone grew louder, a sharp reminder of the world outside their secret haven. With a tremor in her voice, Anjali swiped the screen and brought the phone to her ear. "M-Mummy," Anjali stuttered, trying to compose herself. Anjali's mother's worried voice echoed through the line, asking why she hadn't come home yet and if everything was okay. Anjali could feel Aslam's hot breath on her thighs, Aslam's eyes staring at Anjali, waiting for Anjali's response.
"I-I'm fine," Anjali somehow managed to say, her voice strained. With the phone glued tightly to her ear, Anjali felt Aslam's mouth coming closer to her pussy, Aslam's breath a hot touch on Anjali's sensitive pussy skin. Just as Anjali was about to speak, Aslam's tongue darted out and flicked at her pussy.
Before she could stop it, a moan escaped Anjali's lips and she quickly covered his mouth with her free hand. Anjali's mother's voice on the other side of the line grew even louder. "What's going on, Anjali?"
Aslam took advantage of Anjali's momentary distraction, his tongue slithering into Anjali's wetness. She bit his hand to stifle her screams, her eyes shutting in the effort. Aslam licked and sucked with an enthusiasm that belied his age, Aslam's movements were insistent and demanding.
Anjali's body responded in the same way, the tension growing as Anjali's ass began to push against Aslam's face. "Nothing," Anjali stuttered, her voice muffled by her hand. "I just... spilled something."
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