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Her smile grew wider, revealing her perfect, gleaming teeth. She leaned in closer, her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of his shaft. "You see, your pee is like the sweetest nectar to me. I crave it," she whispered, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Why should I drink anything else when I have you here to quench my thirst?"
Ajay's stomach churned at the thought, his mind reeling from the depravity of her words. He had always respected Tanzeer as a teacher, but now she was something else entirely—a creature of lust and power, her sandals clacking against the tiles like a predator stalking its prey. He was torn between his instinct to flee and the strange, thrilling fear that kept him rooted to the spot, his body responding despite his revulsion.
Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched the shock play out across his face. She knew she had him in her grasp—his vulnerability to her every whim a delicious thrill she hadn't anticipated. The power she wielded was intoxicating, and she reveled in it, her hand still stroking his cock with a gentle, insistent rhythm that made his thoughts swirl like a storm.
"Pee for me, Ajai," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his, her grip on him tightening slightly. "Pee in my mouth, mere shona, mere bacche!” Tanzeer took the head of his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it in a tantalizing dance. Ajay's body responded to her command, his cock twitching as the first drops of urine began to emerge. She moaned around him, the vibration sending shockwaves through his body.
The salty, bitter taste of his urine filled her mouth, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Tanzeer relished the sensation of his cock pulsing against her tongue, the warm stream flowing down her throat.
Outside in the bedroom, the three women—Nazia, Iqra, and Tarannum—were lounging in a tangle of limbs, their bodies glowing with the aftermath of their orgies. The scent of sex still lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of sweat and the expensive perfumes they had worn earlier that evening. Their laughter and gossip filled the space, a stark contrast to the silent depravity playing out in the bathroom.
Nazia, feeling a sudden emptiness, propped herself up on one elbow and glanced at the clock. "It's been quite some time since Ajay went to the loo," she said, her voice lazily trailing off as she took a drag from her cigarette. She was eager for her turn with the boy, her own cravings not yet fully sated by the night's events.
“And where is that fucking bitch, Tanzeer?” Nazia’s voice grew louder, interrupting the lazy chatter in the bedroom. “I hope that behen ki lodi isn’t taking another turn with Ajay, leaving me high and dry!” Her slurring voice was a testament to the amount of alcohol and drugs she had consumed over the course of the evening, her eyes glittering with a possessive hunger that hadn’t yet been fully satisfied.
“Oh, I won’t be surprised if that slut is enjoying him again," Tarannum said with a smirk, “that chudasi kuttiya can’t be trusted around a fucking lund." She flicked her cigarette ash onto the floor, her eyes narrowing as she checked the time again. The high heeled sandals clacked against the floor as she got up, stretching her naked body with the elegance of a cat. “I’ll go and see what she is up to," she decided, the smirk never leaving her lips.
Her steps were unsteady as she made her way to the bathroom door, the effects of the marijuana and Meow-Meow mixing with the alcohol in her system. The sandals she wore were tall, with straps that wrapped around her ankles and heels that could have pierced through steel. They clicked with a rhythmic precision against the marble floor, each step a declaration of her dominance despite her inebriated state.
Tarannum pushed the door open with a bang, the sound reverberating through the small space. Her eyes fell upon the scene before her—Tanzeer on her knees, her mouth full of Ajay's urine, and Ajay himself, standing over her, his cock still in her mouth, his expression a mix of shock and horror. The sight of her friend like this, her mouth open and eager for the piss of a boy young enough to be her son, sent a jolt of arousal through Tarannum. Tanzeer's eyes flicked up to meet hers, and the hunger in them was unmistakable. She didn't stop, didn't flinch, didn't even seem to notice the intrusion.
The scene was not surprising at all for Tarannum. Years ago, Tanzeer had been the one to introduce her and their other friends to the peculiar eroticism of pee drinking and golden showers. They had all embraced it eagerly, finding in it a thrill that surpassed the ordinary boundaries of pleasure. The act of consuming each other's urine and basking in the warm, wet spray of it had become a staple of their intimate gatherings, a shared secret that bound them together in a web of perverse delights.
“Mashallaah Tanzeer Begum, you’re such a greedy bitch, hogging him all to yourself!” Tarannum slurred, her eyes glazed with a mix of arousal and mockery. She swayed slightly on her feet, the tall sandals making her appear even more regal in her nakedness. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand resting on her hip, the other holding onto her waist to keep herself steady. Her sandals clacked against the floor as she took a step closer, her eyes never leaving the sight of Tanzeer on her knees, her mouth full of Ajay's urine.
Ajay felt his face burn with a deep blush as he was caught in this perverse act with his social studies teacher. His eyes darted back and forth between the two teachers, his mind racing with a tumult of emotions—fear, guilt, and embarrassment. He had never imagined that his life would take such a twisted turn, especially not with the very women who were supposed to be his mentors.
Tanzeer pulled away from Ajay with a satisfied smack of her lips, swallowing the last drops of his urine with a dramatic flair that made his stomach churn. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a glistening trail on her chin that she caught with her tongue, her eyes never leaving Tarannum's. "How could I possibly let such a delicious drink go to waste?" she purred, her voice a mix of seduction and challenge. "It's like liquid gold, isn't it?"
Tarannum chuckled darkly, the sound bouncing off the bathroom walls like the echo of a siren's call. "You greedy slut," she said, her words slurred with lust and alcohol. She took another step closer, her sandals clacking ominously on the tiles. "But why keep such a delightful treat to yourself? After all, we're all in this together, aren't we?"
Her eyes locked onto Ajay's semi-erect cock, still glistening with the remnants of his urine and Tanzeer's saliva. A drop of piss clung to his foreskin, swinging gently in the cool air like a pendulum of depravity. "Why did I not taste this heavenly nectar all these days?" she murmured to herself, licking her lips hungrily. Tarannum felt a pang of envy—how could she have been so naive to miss out on such a delicious treat?
"Alright, enough greediness," she snapped her fingers at Tanzeer, the sound of it echoing through the tiled room like a whip crack. "It's time to share the wealth, darling. After all, Nazia has been waiting quite patiently, hasn't she?" Tarannum's voice was a dangerous purr, her eyes glinting with a malicious amusement as she watched Ajay's cock twitch at the mention of Nazia's name. She knew the socialite was eager to get her hands on the boy, to claim him in the same way the rest of them had.
Tanzeer looked up at her with a wicked grin, her hand still lingering on Ajay's ass. "Who's stopping him?" she said, her words dripping with challenge and lust. She gave his butt a gentle squeeze, her eyes never leaving Tarannum's. "Go ahead, Ajay. Make Nazia happy," she purred, her voice thick with the promise of more depravity to come.
Ajay took a tentative step back, his legs wobbly and his cock still hard from the humiliating act he had just been forced to perform. He looked at Tarannum, his eyes pleading for guidance, but she merely nodded, her gaze lingering on his erection with a greedy glint in her eye. "Go ahead, Ajay," she purred, her hand sliding over his shoulder as she stepped aside to let him pass. "Don't keep Nazia waiting."
Tanzeer, still on her knees, reached out and grabbed Tarannum's hand, her grip firm and unyielding. "Where do you think you're going, you slut?" she hissed, her eyes flashing with a mix of lust and anger. The hand that had been stroking Ajay's cock just moments before was now tight around Tarannum's wrist, her nails digging into the soft flesh. "Let him go, but I'm not finished with you yet."
Tarannum's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with mischief as she realized what Tanzeer had in mind. She stepped closer to her friend, her own legs still trembling from the intensity of the evening's events. Ajay, his cheeks flushed and his cock still erect, stepped out of the bathroom and into the brightly lit bedroom, the scent of sex and the sound of the women’s laughter following him like a cloud of temptation.
There, he found Nazia sprawled across the king-sized bed, her legs spread wide open like a wanton goddess. A thick cloud of marijuana smoke curled around her, obscuring her face momentarily before revealing her half-closed eyes and parted lips. Her fingers toyed with the end of a lit joint that she held in her hand, the orange ember casting a hellish glow upon her skin. Iqra, ever the eager participant, was between her legs, her tongue lapping hungrily at Nazia's dripping pussy, her eyes closed in bliss.
"Ah, mera pyara baccha," Nazia purred as she caught sight of him, her voice a siren's call that sent a shiver down his spine. She sat up with a grace that belied her intoxication, the mattress groaning beneath her as she leaned back against the plush pillows. "What took you so long?" she asked, the question dripping with a sweetness that could only be described as menacing. Her eyes, hooded and hungry, swept over his naked body, lingering on his still-hard cock. “Those two chudaili teachers… what were they keeping you busy with while your auntie Nazia’s pussy was yearning for your sweet young lauda…?”
Her hand was a blur as it shot out, her fingers snapping like a whip in the air. "Hurry up," she slurred, her voice thick with desire. "My pussy is so wet, so hungry, I could take a fucking elephant in it right now!" A wild cackle bubbled up from her throat, and she threw her head back, the arch of her neck stretching taut as she took a deep drag from the joint, her chest heaving with the effort. The scent of marijuana grew stronger, wrapping around Ajay like a warm, suffocating blanket.
He climbed the bed with the reluctance of a man walking to the gallows, his eyes darting from Nazia to Iqra, and then back again. His legs felt like they were made of lead, each step a silent protest against the afternoon’s events. But he knew there was no escape, not now, not ever.
Iqra, her face glistening with Nazia’s juices, looked up at him with a hunger that mirrored the socialite’s own. She licked her lips, her eyes glazed with desire. Ajay felt a strange mix of revulsion and arousal at the sight of the woman, his mind still reeling from the depraved acts he had been forced to perform.
"Ah, I see the look in your eyes, Iqra," Nazia said, her voice low and taunting. She took another deep drag from the joint, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "But remember this boy is mine now." She gestured to Ajay with the hand that held the cigarette, the tip leaving a trail of smoke that swirled around them like a snake in a trance. "This chudakkadi Iqra and those two burchudi chhinal teachers have had their fill. Now it's Auntie Nazia's turn to feast.”
Ajay's cock twitched again at the sound of her words, his body betraying his fear with a pulse of desire. He looked at Iqra, who nodded her understanding, her mouth still wet from Nazia's pussy. He knew what was expected of him now, and his stomach churned with a mix of dread and anticipation.
In the bathroom, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of arousal and the acrid tang of urine. Tarannum leaned against the commode, one sandalled foot propped up on the porcelain seat, her body arched and taut as she felt the warm trickle of her pee cascade into Tanzeer's eager mouth. Tanzeer knelt before her, her eyes closed in ecstasy, the sound of the urine hitting her tongue echoing in the tiled bathroom. It was a symphony of depravity, the golden stream an offering to their shared perversion.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Nazia's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around his cock, which was still slick with the remnants of his urine and Tanzeer's saliva. Her mouth opened wide, and she took him in, her tongue swirling around his head, tasting the bitterness of his fear and the sweetness of his innocence. Ajay's body jerked, his eyes squeezed shut, as she began to suck him with a fervor that belied her age. He felt his resolve crumbling, his body responding to the relentless pull of her mouth despite the horror of his situation.
Suddenly, Iqra's mouth was on his, her tongue pushing past his lips in a passionate, hungry kiss. Her taste was a mix of Nazia's juices and the faint metallic tang of the drugs they had been indulging in. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hand reaching up to cup his face as she deepened the kiss.
Ajay felt himself responding, his cock growing harder under Nazia's skilled ministrations. He was trapped, a fly in a spider's web, unable to escape the sticky threads of their desire. His mind reeled with the thought of what was to come, the fear of what they would do to him, but his body was a traitor, eagerly responding to the touch of these voracious women.
Nazia's eyes gleamed with triumph as she felt Ajay's cock swell in her mouth. She took him deeper, her throat muscles working overtime to accommodate his size. Her own desire was a living, breathing thing, a beast that had been unleashed and now demanded satisfaction. But she was not a fool; she knew that if she allowed him to cum now in her mouth, she might miss out on feeling his young teen uncut cock inside her. With a wicked grin, she pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with a wet pop.
Her gaze flicked to Iqra, who had her eyes closed, lost in the passionate kiss she shared with Ajay. Nazia felt a twinge of something she hadn’t anticipated—envy. But she was not one to be denied. With a seductive grace that belied the hunger roiling in her gut, she leaned in and captured both of their mouths with her own, turning the kiss into a sloppy, three-way dance of tongues and lips. The taste of his fear mingled with the sweetness of Iqra’s mouth, and she groaned with satisfaction.
Her smile grew wider, revealing her perfect, gleaming teeth. She leaned in closer, her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of his shaft. "You see, your pee is like the sweetest nectar to me. I crave it," she whispered, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Why should I drink anything else when I have you here to quench my thirst?"
Ajay's stomach churned at the thought, his mind reeling from the depravity of her words. He had always respected Tanzeer as a teacher, but now she was something else entirely—a creature of lust and power, her sandals clacking against the tiles like a predator stalking its prey. He was torn between his instinct to flee and the strange, thrilling fear that kept him rooted to the spot, his body responding despite his revulsion.
Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched the shock play out across his face. She knew she had him in her grasp—his vulnerability to her every whim a delicious thrill she hadn't anticipated. The power she wielded was intoxicating, and she reveled in it, her hand still stroking his cock with a gentle, insistent rhythm that made his thoughts swirl like a storm.
"Pee for me, Ajai," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his, her grip on him tightening slightly. "Pee in my mouth, mere shona, mere bacche!” Tanzeer took the head of his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it in a tantalizing dance. Ajay's body responded to her command, his cock twitching as the first drops of urine began to emerge. She moaned around him, the vibration sending shockwaves through his body.
The salty, bitter taste of his urine filled her mouth, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Tanzeer relished the sensation of his cock pulsing against her tongue, the warm stream flowing down her throat.
Outside in the bedroom, the three women—Nazia, Iqra, and Tarannum—were lounging in a tangle of limbs, their bodies glowing with the aftermath of their orgies. The scent of sex still lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of sweat and the expensive perfumes they had worn earlier that evening. Their laughter and gossip filled the space, a stark contrast to the silent depravity playing out in the bathroom.
Nazia, feeling a sudden emptiness, propped herself up on one elbow and glanced at the clock. "It's been quite some time since Ajay went to the loo," she said, her voice lazily trailing off as she took a drag from her cigarette. She was eager for her turn with the boy, her own cravings not yet fully sated by the night's events.
“And where is that fucking bitch, Tanzeer?” Nazia’s voice grew louder, interrupting the lazy chatter in the bedroom. “I hope that behen ki lodi isn’t taking another turn with Ajay, leaving me high and dry!” Her slurring voice was a testament to the amount of alcohol and drugs she had consumed over the course of the evening, her eyes glittering with a possessive hunger that hadn’t yet been fully satisfied.
“Oh, I won’t be surprised if that slut is enjoying him again," Tarannum said with a smirk, “that chudasi kuttiya can’t be trusted around a fucking lund." She flicked her cigarette ash onto the floor, her eyes narrowing as she checked the time again. The high heeled sandals clacked against the floor as she got up, stretching her naked body with the elegance of a cat. “I’ll go and see what she is up to," she decided, the smirk never leaving her lips.
Her steps were unsteady as she made her way to the bathroom door, the effects of the marijuana and Meow-Meow mixing with the alcohol in her system. The sandals she wore were tall, with straps that wrapped around her ankles and heels that could have pierced through steel. They clicked with a rhythmic precision against the marble floor, each step a declaration of her dominance despite her inebriated state.
Tarannum pushed the door open with a bang, the sound reverberating through the small space. Her eyes fell upon the scene before her—Tanzeer on her knees, her mouth full of Ajay's urine, and Ajay himself, standing over her, his cock still in her mouth, his expression a mix of shock and horror. The sight of her friend like this, her mouth open and eager for the piss of a boy young enough to be her son, sent a jolt of arousal through Tarannum. Tanzeer's eyes flicked up to meet hers, and the hunger in them was unmistakable. She didn't stop, didn't flinch, didn't even seem to notice the intrusion.
The scene was not surprising at all for Tarannum. Years ago, Tanzeer had been the one to introduce her and their other friends to the peculiar eroticism of pee drinking and golden showers. They had all embraced it eagerly, finding in it a thrill that surpassed the ordinary boundaries of pleasure. The act of consuming each other's urine and basking in the warm, wet spray of it had become a staple of their intimate gatherings, a shared secret that bound them together in a web of perverse delights.
“Mashallaah Tanzeer Begum, you’re such a greedy bitch, hogging him all to yourself!” Tarannum slurred, her eyes glazed with a mix of arousal and mockery. She swayed slightly on her feet, the tall sandals making her appear even more regal in her nakedness. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand resting on her hip, the other holding onto her waist to keep herself steady. Her sandals clacked against the floor as she took a step closer, her eyes never leaving the sight of Tanzeer on her knees, her mouth full of Ajay's urine.
Ajay felt his face burn with a deep blush as he was caught in this perverse act with his social studies teacher. His eyes darted back and forth between the two teachers, his mind racing with a tumult of emotions—fear, guilt, and embarrassment. He had never imagined that his life would take such a twisted turn, especially not with the very women who were supposed to be his mentors.
Tanzeer pulled away from Ajay with a satisfied smack of her lips, swallowing the last drops of his urine with a dramatic flair that made his stomach churn. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a glistening trail on her chin that she caught with her tongue, her eyes never leaving Tarannum's. "How could I possibly let such a delicious drink go to waste?" she purred, her voice a mix of seduction and challenge. "It's like liquid gold, isn't it?"
Tarannum chuckled darkly, the sound bouncing off the bathroom walls like the echo of a siren's call. "You greedy slut," she said, her words slurred with lust and alcohol. She took another step closer, her sandals clacking ominously on the tiles. "But why keep such a delightful treat to yourself? After all, we're all in this together, aren't we?"
Her eyes locked onto Ajay's semi-erect cock, still glistening with the remnants of his urine and Tanzeer's saliva. A drop of piss clung to his foreskin, swinging gently in the cool air like a pendulum of depravity. "Why did I not taste this heavenly nectar all these days?" she murmured to herself, licking her lips hungrily. Tarannum felt a pang of envy—how could she have been so naive to miss out on such a delicious treat?
"Alright, enough greediness," she snapped her fingers at Tanzeer, the sound of it echoing through the tiled room like a whip crack. "It's time to share the wealth, darling. After all, Nazia has been waiting quite patiently, hasn't she?" Tarannum's voice was a dangerous purr, her eyes glinting with a malicious amusement as she watched Ajay's cock twitch at the mention of Nazia's name. She knew the socialite was eager to get her hands on the boy, to claim him in the same way the rest of them had.
Tanzeer looked up at her with a wicked grin, her hand still lingering on Ajay's ass. "Who's stopping him?" she said, her words dripping with challenge and lust. She gave his butt a gentle squeeze, her eyes never leaving Tarannum's. "Go ahead, Ajay. Make Nazia happy," she purred, her voice thick with the promise of more depravity to come.
Ajay took a tentative step back, his legs wobbly and his cock still hard from the humiliating act he had just been forced to perform. He looked at Tarannum, his eyes pleading for guidance, but she merely nodded, her gaze lingering on his erection with a greedy glint in her eye. "Go ahead, Ajay," she purred, her hand sliding over his shoulder as she stepped aside to let him pass. "Don't keep Nazia waiting."
Tanzeer, still on her knees, reached out and grabbed Tarannum's hand, her grip firm and unyielding. "Where do you think you're going, you slut?" she hissed, her eyes flashing with a mix of lust and anger. The hand that had been stroking Ajay's cock just moments before was now tight around Tarannum's wrist, her nails digging into the soft flesh. "Let him go, but I'm not finished with you yet."
Tarannum's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with mischief as she realized what Tanzeer had in mind. She stepped closer to her friend, her own legs still trembling from the intensity of the evening's events. Ajay, his cheeks flushed and his cock still erect, stepped out of the bathroom and into the brightly lit bedroom, the scent of sex and the sound of the women’s laughter following him like a cloud of temptation.
There, he found Nazia sprawled across the king-sized bed, her legs spread wide open like a wanton goddess. A thick cloud of marijuana smoke curled around her, obscuring her face momentarily before revealing her half-closed eyes and parted lips. Her fingers toyed with the end of a lit joint that she held in her hand, the orange ember casting a hellish glow upon her skin. Iqra, ever the eager participant, was between her legs, her tongue lapping hungrily at Nazia's dripping pussy, her eyes closed in bliss.
"Ah, mera pyara baccha," Nazia purred as she caught sight of him, her voice a siren's call that sent a shiver down his spine. She sat up with a grace that belied her intoxication, the mattress groaning beneath her as she leaned back against the plush pillows. "What took you so long?" she asked, the question dripping with a sweetness that could only be described as menacing. Her eyes, hooded and hungry, swept over his naked body, lingering on his still-hard cock. “Those two chudaili teachers… what were they keeping you busy with while your auntie Nazia’s pussy was yearning for your sweet young lauda…?”
Her hand was a blur as it shot out, her fingers snapping like a whip in the air. "Hurry up," she slurred, her voice thick with desire. "My pussy is so wet, so hungry, I could take a fucking elephant in it right now!" A wild cackle bubbled up from her throat, and she threw her head back, the arch of her neck stretching taut as she took a deep drag from the joint, her chest heaving with the effort. The scent of marijuana grew stronger, wrapping around Ajay like a warm, suffocating blanket.
He climbed the bed with the reluctance of a man walking to the gallows, his eyes darting from Nazia to Iqra, and then back again. His legs felt like they were made of lead, each step a silent protest against the afternoon’s events. But he knew there was no escape, not now, not ever.
Iqra, her face glistening with Nazia’s juices, looked up at him with a hunger that mirrored the socialite’s own. She licked her lips, her eyes glazed with desire. Ajay felt a strange mix of revulsion and arousal at the sight of the woman, his mind still reeling from the depraved acts he had been forced to perform.
"Ah, I see the look in your eyes, Iqra," Nazia said, her voice low and taunting. She took another deep drag from the joint, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "But remember this boy is mine now." She gestured to Ajay with the hand that held the cigarette, the tip leaving a trail of smoke that swirled around them like a snake in a trance. "This chudakkadi Iqra and those two burchudi chhinal teachers have had their fill. Now it's Auntie Nazia's turn to feast.”
Ajay's cock twitched again at the sound of her words, his body betraying his fear with a pulse of desire. He looked at Iqra, who nodded her understanding, her mouth still wet from Nazia's pussy. He knew what was expected of him now, and his stomach churned with a mix of dread and anticipation.
In the bathroom, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of arousal and the acrid tang of urine. Tarannum leaned against the commode, one sandalled foot propped up on the porcelain seat, her body arched and taut as she felt the warm trickle of her pee cascade into Tanzeer's eager mouth. Tanzeer knelt before her, her eyes closed in ecstasy, the sound of the urine hitting her tongue echoing in the tiled bathroom. It was a symphony of depravity, the golden stream an offering to their shared perversion.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Nazia's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around his cock, which was still slick with the remnants of his urine and Tanzeer's saliva. Her mouth opened wide, and she took him in, her tongue swirling around his head, tasting the bitterness of his fear and the sweetness of his innocence. Ajay's body jerked, his eyes squeezed shut, as she began to suck him with a fervor that belied her age. He felt his resolve crumbling, his body responding to the relentless pull of her mouth despite the horror of his situation.
Suddenly, Iqra's mouth was on his, her tongue pushing past his lips in a passionate, hungry kiss. Her taste was a mix of Nazia's juices and the faint metallic tang of the drugs they had been indulging in. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hand reaching up to cup his face as she deepened the kiss.
Ajay felt himself responding, his cock growing harder under Nazia's skilled ministrations. He was trapped, a fly in a spider's web, unable to escape the sticky threads of their desire. His mind reeled with the thought of what was to come, the fear of what they would do to him, but his body was a traitor, eagerly responding to the touch of these voracious women.
Nazia's eyes gleamed with triumph as she felt Ajay's cock swell in her mouth. She took him deeper, her throat muscles working overtime to accommodate his size. Her own desire was a living, breathing thing, a beast that had been unleashed and now demanded satisfaction. But she was not a fool; she knew that if she allowed him to cum now in her mouth, she might miss out on feeling his young teen uncut cock inside her. With a wicked grin, she pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with a wet pop.
Her gaze flicked to Iqra, who had her eyes closed, lost in the passionate kiss she shared with Ajay. Nazia felt a twinge of something she hadn’t anticipated—envy. But she was not one to be denied. With a seductive grace that belied the hunger roiling in her gut, she leaned in and captured both of their mouths with her own, turning the kiss into a sloppy, three-way dance of tongues and lips. The taste of his fear mingled with the sweetness of Iqra’s mouth, and she groaned with satisfaction.
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