30-06-2019, 01:08 PM
Her tongue continued describing wonderfully erotic arcs around his thick cock-head. His cock oozed pre-cum gunk and she groaned, jerking his shaft, opening her mouth wide to let him see it fleck her lips and cheeks, dribble onto her tongue.
Her eyes lifted to watch him, she ran her tongue down the underside of his cock-shaft to his heavy balls and, opening her mouth, let his testicles drop into it one by one, flicking them with her tongue, sucking tenderly.
It was an exquisite feeling, having her soft face burrow between his thighs, her warm mouth teasing his balls.
"Fuck yes!" Salman grunted. "Oh fuck yes!"
Anuja smiled in pleasure and rose again, licking his cock-head. She went higher, kissing and nuzzling his belly, tonguing his hollow navel and caressed his cock with her necklaces.
Salman groaned at the delicate rough rasp of the precious metal on his penis. She bent his cock down and squeezed it into her deep and inviting cleavage, her hands lifting her breasts and crushing them in a tight sheath over his cock.
Slowly, she masturbated him with her breasts, her tongue and lips on his belly, her necklaces rasping over his cock-shaft. It was an extraordinary, erotic feeling and Salman's loins grew hot with lust. He pushed her head back down to his cock.
"C'mon ... suck it hard, babe ... suck my dick real nice and deep!"
Anuja groaned and, holding her lover's thighs, took his cock, now fully nine inches long and two inches thick, deep in her mouth. Salman gasped and began to fuck her face eagerly, holding her head and rocking it back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips to and fro.
His cock glistened and gleamed as it slid in and out of her mouth, appearing and disappearing between her luscious lips. His penis filled her mouth and distended her face.
Anuja kept working the cock-head cunningly and deftly, probing the long slit in its tip with her tongue. Salman gasped his joy.
"Mm ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Yes! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes ... do it, baby ... suck me! Suck my prick, bitch ... suck it hard, fuck yes, that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"
She sucked his cock harder and faster, her head rocking rapidly back and forth between his thighs. The swimming pool lifeguard gasped and moaned, his body shaking and trembling, his hips rocking and jerking to and fro.
The fires in his loins grew and spread, threatening to burst forth any minute.
Sensing it, she slowed. "You can cream in my mouth," she murmured. "I like it when guys do that."
For a second, Salman was tempted. Then he shook his head and pushed her head away. He exhaled several times rapidly and sharply, forcing himself back in control. His breathing steadied.
"Later," he muttered. "Not now. Later."
He drew her to her feet and Anuja turned around, her back to him. He flicked open the knot in the middle of her back that held the cloth band. It unravelled and he drew it off slowly, scbanging it over her nipples.
She shuddered and leaned back against him. He nuzzled the nape of her neck, his hands on her breasts, caressing and lifting them, squeezing them tenderly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder.
Turning her face, she lapped gently at one stiff nipple. He ran his hands down her hips and belly, caressed her crotch. Her hips writhed erotically, her buttocks squirming against his groin. Reaching back, she undid his shorts. They split open and he tugged them down his legs and kicked them aside.
Her face turned and tilted to his and he kissed her slowly, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, hers responding sensuously, in like manner. Her hands behind her back, she
caressed his penis tenderly.
Salman twined his fingers in her gold necklaces and fondled her breasts. Anuja shivered as the hard metal rasped over her stiff nipples. His penis throbbed between her buttocks.
"Fuck me," she murmured. "Come on Salman, fuck me."
There was a seating arrangement of three armchairs and a sofa in a square around a low, broad, glass-topped coffee table before her.
Salman turned her around and she sank down onto the table, her hips at the edge, gasping slightly as her naked back touched the cold glass surface. She spread her legs wide and looked at him wantonly, her face radiant with excited anticipation.
Salman smiled and knelt between her forked thighs. He slid his hands up her body and kneaded her breasts gently. Anuja writhed in pleasure. He squeezed the fleshy mounds together, crushing her gold necklaces between them.
Gently, he caressed her belly and thighs. Her legs trembled and split wider. Bending, Salman dragged his thick, heavy tongue over one nipple, swirling it slowly around her aureole. Anuja gasped, arching her bejeweled fingers clenching his head.
Her nipple was stiff and hard and he whipped it rapidly with his tongue, flicking the other with his fingertip. Anuja writhed on the glass table. Slowly, he drew her breast into his
mouth and sucked it tenderly, scbanging her nipple across his gums and teeth, rubbing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
Anuja gasped and moaned, her hands under her breasts, lifting them for him. He moved across her chest to the other breast, his tongue dipping into her cleavage, then climbing the heavy swell on the other side, toying with the rigid nipple.
Flames of lust leaped through her body. He took some of her necklaces in his teeth, squeezed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously. Anuja cried out, arching and writhing on the glass table as his lips and tongue and teeth and the cold metal of her jewelry scbangd across her aching nipples.
"Oh uhhh oh ma uhhh oh Salman yes oh god yes!" she gasped.
Grinning, he released her breasts and moved lower. His tongue rippled down her flat belly, swirled through her navel and moved lower. With the long slits inside and outside her *dhoti* pants, her cunt was completely exposed.
Salman quickened in excitement as he bent lower and saw the gold chain that descended from the girdle nestling between her cunt-lips, running down the length of her crack and disappearing into the deep cleft between her buttocks.
It was an extraordinarily sexy sight. Anuja's fingers rippled down her body and she pulled her cunt-lips open for him. That excited him further, seeing her slender fingers in her crotch, the backs of her wrists webbed by the fine gold chains, the rings twinkling on her fingers.
Salman pushed his face into her crotch and ran his tongue down her cunt. It was sopping wet. The tangy taste of her cunt-juices and their musky odour inflamed his lust.
Anuja gasped, her hips writhing, lifting, her legs spreading, her fingers pulling her cunt-lips wider still.
"Ohhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes, Salman, c'mon, do it!"
Salman curved his tongue into a sharp, spatular form and drove it into her wet slit. Anuja gasped and cried out, arching her back, her hands flying to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically.
Her hips bucked and writhed under his face. Salman swirled his tongue through her wet cunt, savouring her streaming cunt-juices. Anuja gasped and moaned her pleasure.
Her eyes lifted to watch him, she ran her tongue down the underside of his cock-shaft to his heavy balls and, opening her mouth, let his testicles drop into it one by one, flicking them with her tongue, sucking tenderly.
It was an exquisite feeling, having her soft face burrow between his thighs, her warm mouth teasing his balls.
"Fuck yes!" Salman grunted. "Oh fuck yes!"
Anuja smiled in pleasure and rose again, licking his cock-head. She went higher, kissing and nuzzling his belly, tonguing his hollow navel and caressed his cock with her necklaces.
Salman groaned at the delicate rough rasp of the precious metal on his penis. She bent his cock down and squeezed it into her deep and inviting cleavage, her hands lifting her breasts and crushing them in a tight sheath over his cock.
Slowly, she masturbated him with her breasts, her tongue and lips on his belly, her necklaces rasping over his cock-shaft. It was an extraordinary, erotic feeling and Salman's loins grew hot with lust. He pushed her head back down to his cock.
"C'mon ... suck it hard, babe ... suck my dick real nice and deep!"
Anuja groaned and, holding her lover's thighs, took his cock, now fully nine inches long and two inches thick, deep in her mouth. Salman gasped and began to fuck her face eagerly, holding her head and rocking it back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips to and fro.
His cock glistened and gleamed as it slid in and out of her mouth, appearing and disappearing between her luscious lips. His penis filled her mouth and distended her face.
Anuja kept working the cock-head cunningly and deftly, probing the long slit in its tip with her tongue. Salman gasped his joy.
"Mm ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Yes! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes ... do it, baby ... suck me! Suck my prick, bitch ... suck it hard, fuck yes, that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"
She sucked his cock harder and faster, her head rocking rapidly back and forth between his thighs. The swimming pool lifeguard gasped and moaned, his body shaking and trembling, his hips rocking and jerking to and fro.
The fires in his loins grew and spread, threatening to burst forth any minute.
Sensing it, she slowed. "You can cream in my mouth," she murmured. "I like it when guys do that."
For a second, Salman was tempted. Then he shook his head and pushed her head away. He exhaled several times rapidly and sharply, forcing himself back in control. His breathing steadied.
"Later," he muttered. "Not now. Later."
He drew her to her feet and Anuja turned around, her back to him. He flicked open the knot in the middle of her back that held the cloth band. It unravelled and he drew it off slowly, scbanging it over her nipples.
She shuddered and leaned back against him. He nuzzled the nape of her neck, his hands on her breasts, caressing and lifting them, squeezing them tenderly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder.
Turning her face, she lapped gently at one stiff nipple. He ran his hands down her hips and belly, caressed her crotch. Her hips writhed erotically, her buttocks squirming against his groin. Reaching back, she undid his shorts. They split open and he tugged them down his legs and kicked them aside.
Her face turned and tilted to his and he kissed her slowly, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, hers responding sensuously, in like manner. Her hands behind her back, she
caressed his penis tenderly.
Salman twined his fingers in her gold necklaces and fondled her breasts. Anuja shivered as the hard metal rasped over her stiff nipples. His penis throbbed between her buttocks.
"Fuck me," she murmured. "Come on Salman, fuck me."
There was a seating arrangement of three armchairs and a sofa in a square around a low, broad, glass-topped coffee table before her.
Salman turned her around and she sank down onto the table, her hips at the edge, gasping slightly as her naked back touched the cold glass surface. She spread her legs wide and looked at him wantonly, her face radiant with excited anticipation.
Salman smiled and knelt between her forked thighs. He slid his hands up her body and kneaded her breasts gently. Anuja writhed in pleasure. He squeezed the fleshy mounds together, crushing her gold necklaces between them.
Gently, he caressed her belly and thighs. Her legs trembled and split wider. Bending, Salman dragged his thick, heavy tongue over one nipple, swirling it slowly around her aureole. Anuja gasped, arching her bejeweled fingers clenching his head.
Her nipple was stiff and hard and he whipped it rapidly with his tongue, flicking the other with his fingertip. Anuja writhed on the glass table. Slowly, he drew her breast into his
mouth and sucked it tenderly, scbanging her nipple across his gums and teeth, rubbing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
Anuja gasped and moaned, her hands under her breasts, lifting them for him. He moved across her chest to the other breast, his tongue dipping into her cleavage, then climbing the heavy swell on the other side, toying with the rigid nipple.
Flames of lust leaped through her body. He took some of her necklaces in his teeth, squeezed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously. Anuja cried out, arching and writhing on the glass table as his lips and tongue and teeth and the cold metal of her jewelry scbangd across her aching nipples.
"Oh uhhh oh ma uhhh oh Salman yes oh god yes!" she gasped.
Grinning, he released her breasts and moved lower. His tongue rippled down her flat belly, swirled through her navel and moved lower. With the long slits inside and outside her *dhoti* pants, her cunt was completely exposed.
Salman quickened in excitement as he bent lower and saw the gold chain that descended from the girdle nestling between her cunt-lips, running down the length of her crack and disappearing into the deep cleft between her buttocks.
It was an extraordinarily sexy sight. Anuja's fingers rippled down her body and she pulled her cunt-lips open for him. That excited him further, seeing her slender fingers in her crotch, the backs of her wrists webbed by the fine gold chains, the rings twinkling on her fingers.
Salman pushed his face into her crotch and ran his tongue down her cunt. It was sopping wet. The tangy taste of her cunt-juices and their musky odour inflamed his lust.
Anuja gasped, her hips writhing, lifting, her legs spreading, her fingers pulling her cunt-lips wider still.
"Ohhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes, Salman, c'mon, do it!"
Salman curved his tongue into a sharp, spatular form and drove it into her wet slit. Anuja gasped and cried out, arching her back, her hands flying to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically.
Her hips bucked and writhed under his face. Salman swirled his tongue through her wet cunt, savouring her streaming cunt-juices. Anuja gasped and moaned her pleasure.
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