30-06-2019, 01:01 PM
She went through a quick routine, getting onto her knees and miming an act of sex with her riding a cock, bucking up and down, her legs spread, her head flung back, moaning loudly over the song.
Then she slid onto her back, her legs spread, the knees raised and began to writhe and thrash on the floor, her hips pumping and grinding as though being fucked, in the throes of an orgasm, one hand on her breast, squeezing it, the other splayed on her firm, flat belly, her fingertips under her skirt, her hand making a lump in the skirt that moved suggestively, erotically.
She rolled over onto her front and, on all fours, began to mime a rear-entry position, her head up, her breasts jiggling, the tassels from the nipples swinging to and fro with her necklaces, her body jerking back and forth as though before the thrusts of a man kneeling behind her and taking her thus.
As she stretched a hand down between her legs, fondling herself through her skirts, Ramdev leaned over and plucked open the knot of her bra-top. It fell open immediately and she squealed, feigning annoyance, rising to her knees and then to her feet with her arm and hand covering her breasts.
The music continued and now she moved again, swirling around and as Bahadur watched pop-eyed, she flicked away the bra, sending it spinning across the room and her hands slid over her breasts, cupped them, weighed them, offered them for a man to take his pleasure with, then her hands linked behind her head and she jiggled her breasts like a tart at the men, her nipples stiff and erect already.
Bahadur tried to grab them, groaning and gasping, but she laughed again and ducked and sped away across the room to Yaqub. He held his arms wide to welcome her and they kissed again, and he cupped her freed breasts now, flicking the erect nipples with his thumbs.
Vaishali's face arched up, a look of genuine pleasure crossing it, making her look even lovelier when her lips parted slowly, her eyes closed and she moaned softly.
Yaqub bent his head and she gasped as his tongue swirled around one nipple, then his lips followed closing on the visibly swollen and turgid breast, sucking hard, letting go, sucking again. She clenched his head and moaned.
He slid his hand up her skirt, lifting it up and exposing her ass. Bahadur groaned aloud at the sight of her creamy lobes.
She shook her bottom at Bahadur, now looking over her shoulder at him, her lips parting, her tongue sliding out again and running slowly over her upper lip.
She thrust a hand between her legs and now her buttocks split, and her moist, hair rimmed cunt-lips were visible from behind and she was arching a finger up into her twat,
twisting it slowly, languorously.
Yaqub grinned at the expression on Bahadur's face and cupped her dangling breasts and squeezed them, fondling them slowly, sucking on them some more. Bahadur's hand was deep in his trousers now, squeezing and jerking his tool.
He gaped at the sight of her finger in her cunt, slowly sliding in, pulling out, sliding in, coming out moist and shining.
She withdrew it and, turning around as she got off the bed, raised it in a sticky line up her body, between her heavy, succulent breasts, up to her lips and sucked on it, twisting and rolling it in her mouth, her lips pouting, cheeks hollowing, slowly pulling it out, her eyes on Bahadur, smiling and glinting with excited mischief.
She began to sway again, closing her eyes, moving to the music, her hips beginning to pump, her breasts jiggling, her hands on her hips, on her belly, on her thighs, on her breasts, holding them.
Then she swirled away again, whirling around the stunned Bahadur and spinning away before he could react to her sudden tongue in his ear, the pressing of her breasts to his chest.
Now she was flipping her skirts like a can-can artist, kicking her legs, flashing glimpses of her hair-rimmed slit and her creamy buttocks. She swung and swayed and sashayed over to Ramdev and, still swaying and undulating, slithered to her knees before him.
She bent over his lap, her head turned to Bahadur and slid her hands up his vest, rucking it up high under his arms, exposing his dark, solid, hairless torso. Then she turned her face to his body, and her lips were on his belly even as her fingers flicked open the buttons of his shorts and opened them wide.
She slid her hand in and Pankaj gasped when she withdrew his cock.
It was enormous, even though it was still limp, a good eight inches long and correspondingly thick. Making sure that Bahadur could see her, Vaishali began to masturbate her servant's cock, pumping her fist expertly.
Then her lips parted and her pointed tongue snaked out and swirled about the cock-head and then her lips followed, engulfing the cock-head slowly, then part of the shaft. Pankaj and Bahadur, at their respective positions, watched her agog as her lips slowly, deliberately slowly, slid around his cock-head.
She began to suck him gently, lifting her head to use her tongue on the cock-head. It began to harden and swell and Ramdev gasped, grunted, grinned looking down at her and stretching his hands to fondle her breasts.
Then she slid onto her back, her legs spread, the knees raised and began to writhe and thrash on the floor, her hips pumping and grinding as though being fucked, in the throes of an orgasm, one hand on her breast, squeezing it, the other splayed on her firm, flat belly, her fingertips under her skirt, her hand making a lump in the skirt that moved suggestively, erotically.
She rolled over onto her front and, on all fours, began to mime a rear-entry position, her head up, her breasts jiggling, the tassels from the nipples swinging to and fro with her necklaces, her body jerking back and forth as though before the thrusts of a man kneeling behind her and taking her thus.
As she stretched a hand down between her legs, fondling herself through her skirts, Ramdev leaned over and plucked open the knot of her bra-top. It fell open immediately and she squealed, feigning annoyance, rising to her knees and then to her feet with her arm and hand covering her breasts.
The music continued and now she moved again, swirling around and as Bahadur watched pop-eyed, she flicked away the bra, sending it spinning across the room and her hands slid over her breasts, cupped them, weighed them, offered them for a man to take his pleasure with, then her hands linked behind her head and she jiggled her breasts like a tart at the men, her nipples stiff and erect already.
Bahadur tried to grab them, groaning and gasping, but she laughed again and ducked and sped away across the room to Yaqub. He held his arms wide to welcome her and they kissed again, and he cupped her freed breasts now, flicking the erect nipples with his thumbs.
Vaishali's face arched up, a look of genuine pleasure crossing it, making her look even lovelier when her lips parted slowly, her eyes closed and she moaned softly.
Yaqub bent his head and she gasped as his tongue swirled around one nipple, then his lips followed closing on the visibly swollen and turgid breast, sucking hard, letting go, sucking again. She clenched his head and moaned.
He slid his hand up her skirt, lifting it up and exposing her ass. Bahadur groaned aloud at the sight of her creamy lobes.
She shook her bottom at Bahadur, now looking over her shoulder at him, her lips parting, her tongue sliding out again and running slowly over her upper lip.
She thrust a hand between her legs and now her buttocks split, and her moist, hair rimmed cunt-lips were visible from behind and she was arching a finger up into her twat,
twisting it slowly, languorously.
Yaqub grinned at the expression on Bahadur's face and cupped her dangling breasts and squeezed them, fondling them slowly, sucking on them some more. Bahadur's hand was deep in his trousers now, squeezing and jerking his tool.
He gaped at the sight of her finger in her cunt, slowly sliding in, pulling out, sliding in, coming out moist and shining.
She withdrew it and, turning around as she got off the bed, raised it in a sticky line up her body, between her heavy, succulent breasts, up to her lips and sucked on it, twisting and rolling it in her mouth, her lips pouting, cheeks hollowing, slowly pulling it out, her eyes on Bahadur, smiling and glinting with excited mischief.
She began to sway again, closing her eyes, moving to the music, her hips beginning to pump, her breasts jiggling, her hands on her hips, on her belly, on her thighs, on her breasts, holding them.
Then she swirled away again, whirling around the stunned Bahadur and spinning away before he could react to her sudden tongue in his ear, the pressing of her breasts to his chest.
Now she was flipping her skirts like a can-can artist, kicking her legs, flashing glimpses of her hair-rimmed slit and her creamy buttocks. She swung and swayed and sashayed over to Ramdev and, still swaying and undulating, slithered to her knees before him.
She bent over his lap, her head turned to Bahadur and slid her hands up his vest, rucking it up high under his arms, exposing his dark, solid, hairless torso. Then she turned her face to his body, and her lips were on his belly even as her fingers flicked open the buttons of his shorts and opened them wide.
She slid her hand in and Pankaj gasped when she withdrew his cock.
It was enormous, even though it was still limp, a good eight inches long and correspondingly thick. Making sure that Bahadur could see her, Vaishali began to masturbate her servant's cock, pumping her fist expertly.
Then her lips parted and her pointed tongue snaked out and swirled about the cock-head and then her lips followed, engulfing the cock-head slowly, then part of the shaft. Pankaj and Bahadur, at their respective positions, watched her agog as her lips slowly, deliberately slowly, slid around his cock-head.
She began to suck him gently, lifting her head to use her tongue on the cock-head. It began to harden and swell and Ramdev gasped, grunted, grinned looking down at her and stretching his hands to fondle her breasts.
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