30-06-2019, 01:02 PM
At last, she rose, almost with reluctance it seemed, lingering over the very tip of his cock-head. Again she burst into action, moving sensuously around Bahadur. This time he tried to grab her, but she was too quick and with a tinkling laugh she was away, going over to Yaqub on the bed.
As she went, she flicked off the outer skirt and flung it wide with a high gesture. The inner skirt was of the finest muslin and completely transparent, concealing nothing.
Yaqub lifted his face as she leaned over his face and his tongue shot out, swirling over her nipple, his hand gripping the other pendulant breast. She gasped, her face arching back with a snap.
He let her go and she swung one slender, beautiful leg smoothly over his, and straddled his legs. She leaned forward, sliding his vest up his body and then her lips were on his nipples, sucking them one by one, then slithering lower, down his body even as she opened the knot in his lungi and parted the folds of his cloth.
Pankaj gaped in awe, for his cock was even bigger than Ramdev's, thicker and longer. She moaned softly and he took the enormous sausage in his hand and began to stroke her face with it, masturbating at the same time.
Her mouth opened and quested for his cock, but he laughed at her, dodging her lips and tongue, teasing her, laughing at her, mocking her.
His cock swelled swiftly and then she took it between her breasts, squeezing them in a tight mound over his cock, letting him fuck her breasts. Her mouth was avid, open, hungering for his penis and at last he relented and she was almost sobbing with gratitude when she took him deep in her mouth and sucked him hard.
Her head bobbed furiously over his lap, his cock hard and glistening, his hands behind her head, his hips bucking at her face as he fucked it. He grunted in pleasure, his head tilted to one side, watching her with a grin on his face.
At last she rose, a thin ribbon of pre-cum gunk clinging to her lips and chin. She mopped it with her finger, licked it up and then she was away as the music reached a crescendo, whirling furiously across the room to Ramdev again, her naked body like a goddess', the jewellery tinkling and flashing in the light.
She sat on Ramdev's lap, her legs spread outside his, his cock sticking up between their legs and against her belly. She held it one hand and jerked it, the other curling behind her around Ramdev's head, her face turned to his.
They kissed and he curved an arm around her and fondled her cunt, the other squeezing her tit, pointed at Bahadur, tweaking her rigid nipple. Her buttocks ground on his lap.
She got up and turned around on his lap, her arms about his shoulders, kissing him hungrily and now the music died, and there was silence and only the gasps of the men and Vaishali.
Ramdev got up from the chair, holding her with her legs wound about his hips, her arms around his shoulders and carried her easily across the room to Yaqub.
He laid her down on her back on the bed, and instantly, her face tilted up, her neck craned, between Yaqub's spread thighs and she took his cock in her mouth. Yaqub gasped and closed his eyes, his head arching back.
Ramdev bent and began to suck on her breasts, one by one, teething the nipple, fondling her body, scbanging the nipple against his teeth, sucking on a succulent mound, then the other, then squeezing both tight together and sucking on both at once.
She writhed under him. His mouth slid lower and her legs split apart, the knees rising. Her hands were above her head on Yaqub's cock, jerking it.
Ramdev's mouth and head slid lower into her cunt, nuzzling the downy pubic thatch that Pankaj wanted so much. Ramdev seemed to know it intimately.
Outside the room, Pankaj was on his knees, masturbating, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath hot, his eyes red. He wanted her, he wanted to take her, he wanted her like this!
No more the pristine, angelic woman he would love and cherish. This, this was what he wanted. Vaishali. The whore.
Ramdev's head thrust between her legs and her legs rose to hook over his shoulders, her hips grinding up to his head.
Her hips shook and swayed and his head rolled and he had his fingers at her cunt-lips, spreading them wide, his thick tongue flickering rapidly at her clit, thrusting and swirling and spiralling in and out, in and out, in and out of her.
"C'mon whore ... suck my cock! Suck it!" Yaqub gasped. He caressed her fleshy breasts, squeezing and fondling them, pinching and tweaking the rigid tips.
She moaned deep in her cock-filled throat as Ramdev licked her slit. Even from that distance, Pankaj could see the moistness bedewing the dark folds of her cunt.
The three on the bed broke apart and took new positions. This time, Vaishali turned on all fours like the randy whoring bitch she was, and took Ramdev's cock deep in her mouth. Her butt was thrust up at Yaqub and he grinned, his cock up, its head against her belly and breasts, and parted the lobes of her buttocks.
She gasped, and lurched forward, Ramdev's cock sinking deeper into her throat, and behind her, Yaqub swirled his tongue around her anus, then bent lower and began to tongue-fuck her.
Her buttocks swayed and shook and writhed and swung from side to side in undulating her circles, her back rising and dipping, her body taut and quivering, her breasts swinging gently, the gold necklace brushing Yaqub's thighs, her tasseled plait hanging over her shoulder.
"Mm ... Suck it hard, whore! Suck my cock! Harder!" Ramdev grunted, fucking her face, his hands on her head, his hips grinding to and fro, to and fro.
As she went, she flicked off the outer skirt and flung it wide with a high gesture. The inner skirt was of the finest muslin and completely transparent, concealing nothing.
Yaqub lifted his face as she leaned over his face and his tongue shot out, swirling over her nipple, his hand gripping the other pendulant breast. She gasped, her face arching back with a snap.
He let her go and she swung one slender, beautiful leg smoothly over his, and straddled his legs. She leaned forward, sliding his vest up his body and then her lips were on his nipples, sucking them one by one, then slithering lower, down his body even as she opened the knot in his lungi and parted the folds of his cloth.
Pankaj gaped in awe, for his cock was even bigger than Ramdev's, thicker and longer. She moaned softly and he took the enormous sausage in his hand and began to stroke her face with it, masturbating at the same time.
Her mouth opened and quested for his cock, but he laughed at her, dodging her lips and tongue, teasing her, laughing at her, mocking her.
His cock swelled swiftly and then she took it between her breasts, squeezing them in a tight mound over his cock, letting him fuck her breasts. Her mouth was avid, open, hungering for his penis and at last he relented and she was almost sobbing with gratitude when she took him deep in her mouth and sucked him hard.
Her head bobbed furiously over his lap, his cock hard and glistening, his hands behind her head, his hips bucking at her face as he fucked it. He grunted in pleasure, his head tilted to one side, watching her with a grin on his face.
At last she rose, a thin ribbon of pre-cum gunk clinging to her lips and chin. She mopped it with her finger, licked it up and then she was away as the music reached a crescendo, whirling furiously across the room to Ramdev again, her naked body like a goddess', the jewellery tinkling and flashing in the light.
She sat on Ramdev's lap, her legs spread outside his, his cock sticking up between their legs and against her belly. She held it one hand and jerked it, the other curling behind her around Ramdev's head, her face turned to his.
They kissed and he curved an arm around her and fondled her cunt, the other squeezing her tit, pointed at Bahadur, tweaking her rigid nipple. Her buttocks ground on his lap.
She got up and turned around on his lap, her arms about his shoulders, kissing him hungrily and now the music died, and there was silence and only the gasps of the men and Vaishali.
Ramdev got up from the chair, holding her with her legs wound about his hips, her arms around his shoulders and carried her easily across the room to Yaqub.
He laid her down on her back on the bed, and instantly, her face tilted up, her neck craned, between Yaqub's spread thighs and she took his cock in her mouth. Yaqub gasped and closed his eyes, his head arching back.
Ramdev bent and began to suck on her breasts, one by one, teething the nipple, fondling her body, scbanging the nipple against his teeth, sucking on a succulent mound, then the other, then squeezing both tight together and sucking on both at once.
She writhed under him. His mouth slid lower and her legs split apart, the knees rising. Her hands were above her head on Yaqub's cock, jerking it.
Ramdev's mouth and head slid lower into her cunt, nuzzling the downy pubic thatch that Pankaj wanted so much. Ramdev seemed to know it intimately.
Outside the room, Pankaj was on his knees, masturbating, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath hot, his eyes red. He wanted her, he wanted to take her, he wanted her like this!
No more the pristine, angelic woman he would love and cherish. This, this was what he wanted. Vaishali. The whore.
Ramdev's head thrust between her legs and her legs rose to hook over his shoulders, her hips grinding up to his head.
Her hips shook and swayed and his head rolled and he had his fingers at her cunt-lips, spreading them wide, his thick tongue flickering rapidly at her clit, thrusting and swirling and spiralling in and out, in and out, in and out of her.
"C'mon whore ... suck my cock! Suck it!" Yaqub gasped. He caressed her fleshy breasts, squeezing and fondling them, pinching and tweaking the rigid tips.
She moaned deep in her cock-filled throat as Ramdev licked her slit. Even from that distance, Pankaj could see the moistness bedewing the dark folds of her cunt.
The three on the bed broke apart and took new positions. This time, Vaishali turned on all fours like the randy whoring bitch she was, and took Ramdev's cock deep in her mouth. Her butt was thrust up at Yaqub and he grinned, his cock up, its head against her belly and breasts, and parted the lobes of her buttocks.
She gasped, and lurched forward, Ramdev's cock sinking deeper into her throat, and behind her, Yaqub swirled his tongue around her anus, then bent lower and began to tongue-fuck her.
Her buttocks swayed and shook and writhed and swung from side to side in undulating her circles, her back rising and dipping, her body taut and quivering, her breasts swinging gently, the gold necklace brushing Yaqub's thighs, her tasseled plait hanging over her shoulder.
"Mm ... Suck it hard, whore! Suck my cock! Harder!" Ramdev grunted, fucking her face, his hands on her head, his hips grinding to and fro, to and fro.
Like, Comment and Give Rating.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)