15-02-2025, 11:44 AM
As if synchronized with the rhythm of her escalating panic, Asif's body grew more erratic, his hips bucking as he brought himself to the brink of climax. With a guttural growl, he released his pent-up passion, his seed spraying across Chaitali's trembling big breasts. He cupped her mounds in his palms, rubbing his still-spurting cock against her skin, smearing the warm, sticky liquid into her flesh. The sight and sensation were overwhelming, and she could feel her own body betraying her with a traitorous rush of excitement.
Santhosh, watching his friend's display with an animalistic lust, grew more insistent with his own desires. His previously flaccid organ swelled to life, pressing against her face with a renewed urgency. He took advantage of her distraction, shoving his now-rigid cock between her protesting lips. Despite her desperate attempts to resist, her mouth was filled with his throbbing length. She could feel the muscles in his shaft flexing and releasing as he approached his peak.
Her eyes watered and her jaw ached as she fought against the intrusion, but the futility of her struggle was evident in the way his erection grew and pulsed within her mouth. With a grunt that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, Santhosh reached his climax, his semen flooding into Chaitali's mouth and down her throat. She choked and gagged, trying in vain to push him away, but his grip on her shoulders was unyielding, his body a testament to his primal need to claim her fully.
The warmth of his cum filled her mouth and she could feel it begin to dribble down her chin, a humiliating testament to her powerlessness. Santhosh's member grew soft and pliant in her mouth as he finished, his breaths ragged and his eyes glazed with satisfaction. Chaitali lay beneath them, trembling with fear and anger, her body a canvas of their lustful conquest. The room was suffused with the scent of sex and the sound of their heavy breathing.