30-06-2019, 12:56 PM
Shankar slowed suddenly and she moaned, squeezing her breasts in her hands, rolling the heavy mounds under her palms, tweaking her nipples. She caressed his hard chest and belly, and then her hands slid to her loins and her left hand encircled his pistoning shaft, the right clawing her cunt-lips open.
His cock rasped between her fingers. The sight of the dark cock in her fair fingers, under her gold wedding band, was incredibly sexy.
Shankar's hips rose and fell, rose and fell, his cock gliding smoothly, deeply, in and out. She whimpered and arched, writhing in pleasure and orgasmed, her body stiffening under his, twitching as the waves crashed over her.
Her body arched to his, her fingers digging into his strong shoulders.
When she had finished, Shankar slowly pulled out of her. His cock was still rock-hard. She moaned, caressing it, her shoulders hunched, her pretty face turned to one side, begging for more.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Keep fucking me."
Shankar grinned. She was acting like a bitch in heavy rut.
"Okay, okay ... I'll fuck you, slut," he chuckled. "Up your ass."
Anuja smiled happily. She got to her feet and leaned over the kitchen counter, her buttocks thrust back at him.
They lobed open, exposing her puckered anus. Shankar licked four fingers in an utterly obscene action and smeared his spittle around her asshole.
"Wait," he muttered. He stretched an arm around her and flipped open the lid of the butter dish. He dug his fingers into the soft yellow butter and scooped up a generous pat.
Grinning at her, smeared it around her anus. Anuja writhed, whimpering. He smeared his erect cock with it, coating it thickly. It shone and glistened dully.
"Now c'mon," he muttered and shuffled forward.
Shankar pressed his cock-head to her anus. She tensed. He chuckled and spread her buttocks wide open. His cock slipped around her anus. He guided it to the orifice and his buttocks flexed.
Anuja bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body trembled. Her breasts and necklaces swung free.
Shankar splayed her buttocks open with one hand and slowly pushed his cock-head inward. It found its target, held.
Anuja gasped and stiffened. Her fingers clawed. She clenched a towel cock on the tiled counter wall. Shankar slid his hips forward.
"OHMAOHMAOHMAOHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja called, her face twisting with shock and agony and delight.
Shankar's head jerked back and he gasped. The huge cock slithered between her buttocks, vanishing inexorably into her rear channel.
He clenched her buttocks, pulled them wide, and thrust deeper and deeper and deeper. Anuja began to pant in joyous agony, her voice ragged and hoarse, her mouth torn open, her head jerked up.
In and in and in he went, gritting his teeth, biting his lower lip, his head falling on his chest, now holding her hips and driving deeper. He went in to the hilt, and held still. Anuja sobbed, her breath coming in heaving rasps.
"OH-Shankar ... Shankar ... c'mon ... c'mon ... quickly!" she gasped. "Do it!"
Shankar crowed in delight. He leaned forward and squeezed her swollen breasts hard. They grew slippery with the butter. He stroked and caressed her belly, her buttocks, her hips, her breasts again.
Holding her hips, he began move his own slowly, fucking her ass. Anuja gasped, rocking and lurching beneath him, turning her arm to cup her dangling breast, squeezing and kneading it in excitement.
"Yes ... OHhhh yes yes OHHhhh yes yes OHhhhgodyes!" she cried.
"Yes! C'mon, whore! C'mon! Yes!" Shankar growled.
He slid a hand under her belly and began to stroke her clitoris. Anuja gasped and her buttocks trembled. Now she was rocking to and fro of her own accord, sliding her ass to and fro on his shaft.
Shankar began to move faster. His belly sucked in. Controlling her movements with his fingertips on her upper buttocks, he speared her asshole with his cock, shoving it in, pulling out, thrusting in again.
His cock shone and glistened as it emerged and disappeared between the lobes of her buttocks. Her cries were small, broken, her face distorted in a rictus of agonised passion.
"C'mon ... take it! C'mon, you fucking whore! Take it!" he cried.
Shankar moved faster still, his hips jerking rapidly to and fro, his cock gliding in and out. He paused to spread his legs on either side of her hips. He leaned over her with his hands on the counter edge, his cock buried deep in her, his body bent over hers.
She was pinned beneath him. She waited for him to take his pleasure. His buttocks reared suddenly, sharply, then drove down into her savagely.
With a shuddering cry, Shankar began to ram-fuck her butt. Anuja's breath ripped from her throat in a hoarse, ululating cry. Her mouth tore open. Her breasts began to jiggle furiously, her necklace whipping frantically back and forth.
Shankar's hips slammed into her buttocks again and again, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, rising and falling, his cock pistoning furiously in and out.
He was streaming with sweat now, his body arched, his head flung back and his mouth torn open. Faster and faster he went and Anuja began to orgasm. She went rigid under him, clawing and moaning, her head arched hard.
Her breath came in broken rasps, her moans were thick and heavy and long. The servant continued to butt-fuck her.
At last he stopped and slowly drew out of her. She stood trembling against the counter, her body racked with heaving, sobbing gasps.
Shankar moved around and hopped up on the counter in front of her face.
His cock rasped between her fingers. The sight of the dark cock in her fair fingers, under her gold wedding band, was incredibly sexy.
Shankar's hips rose and fell, rose and fell, his cock gliding smoothly, deeply, in and out. She whimpered and arched, writhing in pleasure and orgasmed, her body stiffening under his, twitching as the waves crashed over her.
Her body arched to his, her fingers digging into his strong shoulders.
When she had finished, Shankar slowly pulled out of her. His cock was still rock-hard. She moaned, caressing it, her shoulders hunched, her pretty face turned to one side, begging for more.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Keep fucking me."
Shankar grinned. She was acting like a bitch in heavy rut.
"Okay, okay ... I'll fuck you, slut," he chuckled. "Up your ass."
Anuja smiled happily. She got to her feet and leaned over the kitchen counter, her buttocks thrust back at him.
They lobed open, exposing her puckered anus. Shankar licked four fingers in an utterly obscene action and smeared his spittle around her asshole.
"Wait," he muttered. He stretched an arm around her and flipped open the lid of the butter dish. He dug his fingers into the soft yellow butter and scooped up a generous pat.
Grinning at her, smeared it around her anus. Anuja writhed, whimpering. He smeared his erect cock with it, coating it thickly. It shone and glistened dully.
"Now c'mon," he muttered and shuffled forward.
Shankar pressed his cock-head to her anus. She tensed. He chuckled and spread her buttocks wide open. His cock slipped around her anus. He guided it to the orifice and his buttocks flexed.
Anuja bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body trembled. Her breasts and necklaces swung free.
Shankar splayed her buttocks open with one hand and slowly pushed his cock-head inward. It found its target, held.
Anuja gasped and stiffened. Her fingers clawed. She clenched a towel cock on the tiled counter wall. Shankar slid his hips forward.
"OHMAOHMAOHMAOHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja called, her face twisting with shock and agony and delight.
Shankar's head jerked back and he gasped. The huge cock slithered between her buttocks, vanishing inexorably into her rear channel.
He clenched her buttocks, pulled them wide, and thrust deeper and deeper and deeper. Anuja began to pant in joyous agony, her voice ragged and hoarse, her mouth torn open, her head jerked up.
In and in and in he went, gritting his teeth, biting his lower lip, his head falling on his chest, now holding her hips and driving deeper. He went in to the hilt, and held still. Anuja sobbed, her breath coming in heaving rasps.
"OH-Shankar ... Shankar ... c'mon ... c'mon ... quickly!" she gasped. "Do it!"
Shankar crowed in delight. He leaned forward and squeezed her swollen breasts hard. They grew slippery with the butter. He stroked and caressed her belly, her buttocks, her hips, her breasts again.
Holding her hips, he began move his own slowly, fucking her ass. Anuja gasped, rocking and lurching beneath him, turning her arm to cup her dangling breast, squeezing and kneading it in excitement.
"Yes ... OHhhh yes yes OHHhhh yes yes OHhhhgodyes!" she cried.
"Yes! C'mon, whore! C'mon! Yes!" Shankar growled.
He slid a hand under her belly and began to stroke her clitoris. Anuja gasped and her buttocks trembled. Now she was rocking to and fro of her own accord, sliding her ass to and fro on his shaft.
Shankar began to move faster. His belly sucked in. Controlling her movements with his fingertips on her upper buttocks, he speared her asshole with his cock, shoving it in, pulling out, thrusting in again.
His cock shone and glistened as it emerged and disappeared between the lobes of her buttocks. Her cries were small, broken, her face distorted in a rictus of agonised passion.
"C'mon ... take it! C'mon, you fucking whore! Take it!" he cried.
Shankar moved faster still, his hips jerking rapidly to and fro, his cock gliding in and out. He paused to spread his legs on either side of her hips. He leaned over her with his hands on the counter edge, his cock buried deep in her, his body bent over hers.
She was pinned beneath him. She waited for him to take his pleasure. His buttocks reared suddenly, sharply, then drove down into her savagely.
With a shuddering cry, Shankar began to ram-fuck her butt. Anuja's breath ripped from her throat in a hoarse, ululating cry. Her mouth tore open. Her breasts began to jiggle furiously, her necklace whipping frantically back and forth.
Shankar's hips slammed into her buttocks again and again, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, rising and falling, his cock pistoning furiously in and out.
He was streaming with sweat now, his body arched, his head flung back and his mouth torn open. Faster and faster he went and Anuja began to orgasm. She went rigid under him, clawing and moaning, her head arched hard.
Her breath came in broken rasps, her moans were thick and heavy and long. The servant continued to butt-fuck her.
At last he stopped and slowly drew out of her. She stood trembling against the counter, her body racked with heaving, sobbing gasps.
Shankar moved around and hopped up on the counter in front of her face.
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