16-12-2024, 09:57 PM
(15-12-2024, 11:35 PM)kk007007 Wrote: Chacha (groaning, his voice breaking with pleasure): "Ahhh… madam ji! Aapne toh dil jeet liya!" [Ahhh… Madam! You’ve won my heart!]
Ganga’s hand moved to his balls, massaging them softly as her lips worked along his shaft. She gagged slightly as she took him deeper, his cock filling her throat completely, but she adjusted quickly, her rhythm smooth and steady.
Chacha couldn’t hold back any longer. His hips began to rock upward, thrusting into her mouth as he moaned uncontrollably. Ganga held herself steady, her hands gripping the mattress for balance as his movements grew more intense.
Chacha (panting, his voice hoarse): "Haan… bas aise hi… madam ji, aahhhhhhhh!" [Yes… just like that… Madam aahhhhhhhh!]
Her throat tightened around him as she swallowed, taking him as deep as she could. Chacha’s groans filled the room, his pleasure evident in every thrust. Ganga’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her body pressed against him, fully immersed in the act.
Chacha struggled to hold back, his breaths coming in short, uneven gasps as he groaned.
Chacha (moaning, struggling to control himself): "Madam ji, bas karo! Agar aise hi karti rahogi toh nikal jayega." [Madam, stop! If you keep going like this, I’ll cum.]
Desperate to stop himself from cumming in her mouth, he sat up abruptly on the mattress, his hand gripping a fistful of Ganga’s hair as he gently but firmly pulled her off his cock. Her lips left him with a wet, audible pop, a trail of saliva still connecting her lips to his shaft. Without wasting any time, Chacha wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her onto him.
Ganga smoothly transitioned from her position between his legs to straddling him. Her thighs spread wide, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips as she sat atop him. The heat of her wet pussy pressed against his abdomen, making Chacha groan in anticipation.
Chacha and Ganga’s lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined as their hands roamed each other’s bodies, both lost in the intensity of the moment. Ganga, now fully in control, reached between them and guided Chacha’s hard cock to her entrance. She teased him for a moment, rubbing his tip along her slick folds before lowering herself onto him in one smooth motion.
Ganga (gasping as he filled her completely): "Ahhh…!!!"
Chacha began thrusting upward to meet her movements, his hands gripping her waist tightly. Ganga moved with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips at first, savoring the stretch as his cock filled her completely. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his as her breaths came in soft, shaky gasps.
Ganga (moaning, her voice trembling): "Ahhh… haan… bas yahi karo… aur zor se!" [Ahhh… yes… just like that… harder!]
Chacha’s hands slid up her back, gripping her shoulders before moving to her breasts. He cupped them firmly, kneading her soft mounds as his mouth found one of her nipples. His tongue flicked over the hardened bud before he sucked greedily, his lips drawing tight circles around it.
Ganga threw her head back, crying out in pleasure as Chacha’s cock pressed deeper inside her with every thrust. Her movements grew faster, more frenzied, her hips slamming down onto him with renewed intensity. Her breasts bounced against Chacha’s face, her nipples grazing his cheeks as she rode him harder.
After thoroughly sucking her breasts, Chacha leaned back onto the mattress, pulling Ganga with him so that she was lying atop his chest. His cock stayed buried deep inside her as he continued thrusting upward, his hips rocking rhythmically. Ganga moaned loudly, her pussy tightening around his shaft with every stroke as they passionately kissed each other.
Srinu, watching the video, noticed Ganga suddenly shifting her legs. She placed her feet flat against the mattress on either side of Chacha’s hips, raising herself into a squatting position. For a moment, the men watching seemed confused by her movements, but their questions were quickly answered.
Ganga smirking mischievously lifted her hips slightly, creating a small gap between their bodies before slamming herself back down onto him. Her pussy swallowed his cock entirely with every thrust, the rhythmic motion causing loud tapping sounds as her butt cheeks slapped against his thighs.
Chacha (groaning loudly, his voice hoarse with pleasure): "Ahhhh! Sali randi, tumse badi chhinaal maine kabhi nahi dekhi. Kya chudwa rahi ho!" [Ahhhh! You slut, I’ve never seen a bigger whore than you. What a fuck!]
Javed, who was stroking his cock with both hands, laughed as he joined in
Javed (panting, his tone filled with desire): "Haan, Chacha, tum sahi bol rahe ho. Kitni badi randi hai yeh! Isko zindagi bhar choden tab bhi man nahi bharega." [Yes, Chacha, you’re right. She’s such a big slut! Even if we fuck her for life, it won’t be enough.]
Chacha (moaning, his head rolling back in pleasure): "Sahi bol rahe ho, Javed. Is randi ko jitna bhi chodu, mera man nahi bhar raha. Kal se iske bina kaise jee payenge?" [You’re right, Javed. No matter how much I fuck this slut, it’s never enough. How will we live without her from tomorrow?]
Javed paused for a moment, his eyes lighting up with excitement as an idea struck him.
Javed (jubilantly): "Humein uski tension lene ki zarurat nahi hai, Chacha. Dekho, Madam ji kitne mazae se chudwa rahi hain. Hum Madam ko kabhi nahi chhodenge. Aaj se unke saath najayaz rishta bana kar rakhenge." [We don’t need to worry about that, Chacha. Look how Madam is enjoying herself! From today, we’ll have an illicit affair with her.]
Listening to Javed’s suggestion, Chacha stopped sucking on her breasts and turned to Ganga with a wide grin.
Chacha (grinning, asking playfully): "Haan, Madam, Javed sahi bol raha hai kya? Aaj se hamare saath randiya ka maza logi?" [Yes, Madam, is Javed right? From today, will you enjoy being a whore with us?]
Srinu, glued to the screen, became curious about her response. Ganga sat up straight on Chacha’s cock, her hips moving rhythmically as she rode him. Her expression turned thoughtful, her gaze distant as she considered their question.
In her diary, "Dear Srinu, I was completely lost in my thoughts when those bastards asked me if I wanted to have an illegal affair with them. You might be wondering what gave them the audacity to ask me such a thing. Honestly, I am ashamed to admit it, but it was my fault. My actions gave them the boldness to think I would agree to something so outrageous. The truth is, I was enjoying all the fucking far too much than they expected from me… I know how this sounds, and I can imagine how angry you must be reading this. But I beg you to keep reading and let me explain myself fully. Please, don’t judge me until you’ve heard it all… I promise, I’ll try to make sense of it in the end."
Srinu saw in the video that Ganga’s movements on Chacha’s cock had slowed significantly. Noticing her distraction, Chacha grabbed her buttocks with both hands, lifting her slightly to create a small gap between them. Without warning, he began ramming his cock into her pussy furiously, his hips slamming upward with relentless force.
The sudden shift jolted Ganga out of her thoughts. She let out a loud cry, her body collapsing onto Chacha’s chest as she locked eyes with him. His cock drove deeper into her, hitting the most sensitive parts of her pussy.
Chacha (grinning wickedly, thrusting harder): "Dekho, Madam ji! Ab hosh wapas aa gaya na? Ab bolo kya Hamare randi banogi?" [See, Madam! You’ve come back to your senses now, haven’t you? Now tell me will you become our slut?]
Ganga kept silent while biting her lower lip as she enjoyed ChaCha's cock penetrating deep inside her pussy. Not hearing her answer cha Cha rammed his hips even more harder and faster making her scream in pleasure.
Chacha (asked her again, thrusting harder): Bolna sale chhinaal aurat banegi kya Hamari randi? [Fucking Whore! tell me will you become our slut?]
Srinu leaned forward instinctively, his heart pounding in disbelief. No… she wouldn’t… she couldn’t possibly say yes, he thought desperately, clinging to the hope that Ganga would resist. But then her voice, trembling and filled with ecstasy, rang out.
Ganga (moaning, breathless): "Ahhh… buddhe madarchod… tumhari randi banung! Ahhh… lekin ruko mat!" [Ahhh… you old motherfucker… I will be your slut! Ahhh… but don’t stop!]
The words echoed in his mind, growing louder and louder until they were all he could hear. Srinu’s body felt heavy, his hands trembling as he struggled to process what he had just heard. No… this can’t be real… I must’ve misheard her, he thought frantically. His shaking fingers moved to the rewind button. The video skipped back a few seconds, and once again, he heard her say it.
Srinu rewound the clip again, his disbelief overwhelming him. The words repeated on the screen, as clear as day. Ganga had not only admitted it—she had accepted it. She had given herself to them, declaring herself their slut without a shred of hesitation in her voice.
Srinu (to himself, his voice hollow): She really said it… she said she’d be their slut…
The realization crushed him, leaving him feeling dead inside. It wasn’t the kind of death that came with sudden impact, but rather the slow, torturous unraveling of everything he thought he knew. He had already felt broken, betrayed, and humiliated before. But this… this was like beating a dead snake repeatedly, even after its lifeless body had gone limp.
Ganga's answer turned on Chacha Even more, He used all his energy to fuck her pussy even harder and deeper.
Watching Chacha slam into Ganga’s pussy mercilessly, Javed shouted in frustration
Javed (angrily): "Abe O Chacha! Uska chut faad doge kya? Zara dheere se chodo! Mujhe bhi chodna hai usko baad mein." [Hey, Chacha! Are you going to rip her pussy apart? Go slower! I want to fuck her too afterward.]
But Chacha ignored Javed, his focus entirely on Ganga’s body writhing beneath him. Ganga’s pussy clenched tightly around his cock with every thrust, her moans echoing in the room. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him, trying to stabilize herself against the force of his thrusts.
Chacha (groaning loudly, his pace relentless): "Ahhh… Madam ji, tumhari chut swarg jaisi lagti hai!" [Ahhh… Madam, your pussy feels like heaven!]
Ganga’s body arched upward as she cried out in pleasure, her nails scratching down his back. Her thighs trembled as she felt the familiar heat building in her core. She whimpered as Chacha’s cock swelled inside her, stretching her walls further.
Ganga (crying out): "Ahhh! Haan… buddhe… wahi karo… main abhi aa rahi hoon!" [Ahhh! Yes… old man… keep doing that… I’m about to cum!]
Chacha said, "Madam ji, abhi nahin. Thoda sabr kijiye. Dono ek saath paani nikaalenge." [Madam, not yet. Be patient. We’ll both cum together.]
With a swift motion, Chacha slid both his hands under her thighs and rolled to his left while softly kissing her lips. Ganga followed his lead, her body pliant beneath him. In seconds, she found herself lying flat on the mattress with Chacha on top of her.
Ganga took the opportunity to catch her breath from Chacha’s relentless pounding. She adjusted her hair by lifting her arms above her head, revealing her soft, tender armpits. The smooth curves of her body, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, drew Chacha’s gaze.
As Chacha adjusted his position, his eyes fell on her exposed armpits, and he froze. He stared at her in awe, as though he were a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Ganga noticed his transfixed expression and immediately understood what had caught his attention—her armpits.
With a playful smile, she raised her eyebrows and teased him
Ganga (teasing, raising her eyebrows): "Buddha sala, kya dekh raha hai? Phir se chatoge?" [You old bastard, what are you staring at? Want to lick them again?]
She followed it up by licking her upper lip seductively, her tongue gliding over it teasingly.
Chacha snapped out of his trance at her words, his desire reignited.
Chacha positioned himself above her, his cock seeking her entrance once again. Ganga lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, as she guided his shaft toward her wet pussy. Slowly, he slid into her, his thrusts rhythmic and deliberate.
Chacha (panting, his voice filled with admiration): "Madam ji, maine apni puri zindagi mein itna khubsurat kuch nahi dekha. Koi pagal hi hoga jo aapke bagal chatne se inkar kare." [Madam, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Only a fool would refuse to lick your armpits.]
Ganga giggled at his words, her body bouncing in sync with the increasing pace of his thrusts. Her hands remained above her head, accentuating the curve of her body as she moaned softly.
Chacha (grinning mischievously, thrusting faster): "Madam ji, aap aur bhi zyada khubsurat lagti agar aapke bagal mein thoda sa pasina hota." [Madam, you’d look even more beautiful if your armpits were a little sweaty.]
Ganga, catching the teasing tone in his voice, replied with a sly smile
Ganga (mocking, with a sly smile): "Achha? Tumhe mera pasina chahiye?" [Oh really? You want my sweat?]
Chacha nodded eagerly, his pace increasing as he thrust deeper into her. Ganga, with a naughty gleam in her eyes, turned her head toward her armpit, spat into it, and said
Ganga (playfully, turning her head to her armpit): "Kya meri thook se kaam chal jayega?" [Will my spit be enough?]
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