30-06-2019, 12:56 PM
Later that afternoon, Anuja stole from Jayant's bed and went to Shankar's. Jayant slept on, exhausted from the fucking of the night before and later that morning, after she had done with Prakash.
She slipped out of bed and, wrapping a gauzy nightgown around her, stole through the house to the servant's quarters. As she stepped into the stuffy little chamber, Shankar chuckled softly in the gloom. Anuja smiled to herself.
"I knew you'd come, whore," he said softly. "C'm here. Suck my cock. Then I'm going to fuck your ass."
Anuja smiled happily and, slipping the gown off her naked shoulders, knelt obediently by the narrow pallet against the far wall and bent her head over her servant's crotch, taking his thick, warm penis gratefully in her mouth.
The youth grinned, his head craned, watching her, his legs spread wide, his hips bucking
and lurching under her face.
Minutes later, he was fucking her in the kitchen. Her lovely face was radiant with passion. Her neck was arched, her face flung back, her sexy lips parted, her teeth bared in a rictus of lust, her nostrils flared.
Her body jerked and rolled back and forth, her back bowing taut as the cook fucked her rapidly. Shankar bent over her on his knuckles and knees, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, bobbing furiously over her heaving loins.
Anuja loved his cock. She lay on her back, her legs forked and spread with Shankar bucking between them. Her legs curled about his thighs.
Her hips heaved up at his. Shankar's swollen, glistening cock, ridged with thick veins, plunged deeply in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt. He could hear it squelching into her belly, rasping out, squelching in again, drawing shuddering moans from her.
Her body snapped and bowed with his savage thrusts, curling under his. Her head flipped from side to side, her face suffused with a radiance of lust.
"OHHH Shankar-Shankar-Shuhhhh uh oh uhh Shunhhkuhhr uhh OHH! UNHhh ... OH-OHH-OHH!" she gasped. "*hanh* UHHhh *hanh* uhhhh *hanh* uhh OHmauhhOHHHuhh OH OH OHHH uhh OHHH uhhh OHHH uhh OH ma uhh OHHmaohmaohmaOHHHHH!"
Her breasts jiggled with each thrust. The gold chain around her neck tossed and slithered between her breasts.
Shankar's buttocks flexed and unflexed, his cock rose, slid into her like a sword, lifted up again. Faster and faster he moved, thrusting deeper and harder into her. He flung his head back, his eyes closed.
Anuja dug her fingers into his bunched biceps. Her shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together, the gold chain around her neck crushed between the lovely mounds.
Their cries rang softly in the still house, and she feared they might wake Jayant; she knew he didn't approve of this incessant sex with the servants. But there was nothing she could do to stop. She didn't want to.
"Yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Shankar! Fuck me!" she begged.
"UNHHH ... UNHH ... UNHHH ... C'MON ... take it, bitch ... take my cock!" he panted.
He began pistoning like a triphammer at, his cock ramming in and out, in and out, in and out. He paused for a second to lever her thighs wider apart and to lean more steeply over him.
At once he hit a furious, feverish, ram-fucking stroke again that drove the breath from her in a hissing gasp and tore a choking cry from her throat. Their bodies glistened with sweat.
She slipped out of bed and, wrapping a gauzy nightgown around her, stole through the house to the servant's quarters. As she stepped into the stuffy little chamber, Shankar chuckled softly in the gloom. Anuja smiled to herself.
"I knew you'd come, whore," he said softly. "C'm here. Suck my cock. Then I'm going to fuck your ass."
Anuja smiled happily and, slipping the gown off her naked shoulders, knelt obediently by the narrow pallet against the far wall and bent her head over her servant's crotch, taking his thick, warm penis gratefully in her mouth.
The youth grinned, his head craned, watching her, his legs spread wide, his hips bucking
and lurching under her face.
Minutes later, he was fucking her in the kitchen. Her lovely face was radiant with passion. Her neck was arched, her face flung back, her sexy lips parted, her teeth bared in a rictus of lust, her nostrils flared.
Her body jerked and rolled back and forth, her back bowing taut as the cook fucked her rapidly. Shankar bent over her on his knuckles and knees, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, bobbing furiously over her heaving loins.
Anuja loved his cock. She lay on her back, her legs forked and spread with Shankar bucking between them. Her legs curled about his thighs.
Her hips heaved up at his. Shankar's swollen, glistening cock, ridged with thick veins, plunged deeply in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt. He could hear it squelching into her belly, rasping out, squelching in again, drawing shuddering moans from her.
Her body snapped and bowed with his savage thrusts, curling under his. Her head flipped from side to side, her face suffused with a radiance of lust.
"OHHH Shankar-Shankar-Shuhhhh uh oh uhh Shunhhkuhhr uhh OHH! UNHhh ... OH-OHH-OHH!" she gasped. "*hanh* UHHhh *hanh* uhhhh *hanh* uhh OHmauhhOHHHuhh OH OH OHHH uhh OHHH uhhh OHHH uhh OH ma uhh OHHmaohmaohmaOHHHHH!"
Her breasts jiggled with each thrust. The gold chain around her neck tossed and slithered between her breasts.
Shankar's buttocks flexed and unflexed, his cock rose, slid into her like a sword, lifted up again. Faster and faster he moved, thrusting deeper and harder into her. He flung his head back, his eyes closed.
Anuja dug her fingers into his bunched biceps. Her shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together, the gold chain around her neck crushed between the lovely mounds.
Their cries rang softly in the still house, and she feared they might wake Jayant; she knew he didn't approve of this incessant sex with the servants. But there was nothing she could do to stop. She didn't want to.
"Yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Shankar! Fuck me!" she begged.
"UNHHH ... UNHH ... UNHHH ... C'MON ... take it, bitch ... take my cock!" he panted.
He began pistoning like a triphammer at, his cock ramming in and out, in and out, in and out. He paused for a second to lever her thighs wider apart and to lean more steeply over him.
At once he hit a furious, feverish, ram-fucking stroke again that drove the breath from her in a hissing gasp and tore a choking cry from her throat. Their bodies glistened with sweat.
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