30-06-2019, 03:45 PM
She began to sweat. Her voice was husky, filled with obscenities, and he responded in like fashion. Sayali bucked and bounced furiously up and down on her guest's cock. Her cunt slid up the shaft, then scrunched down.
Her belly trembled and quivered as his penis penetrated her innards. She leaned back on an outstretched arm and, with her other hand, opened her cunt-lips wide and let his cock rasp between her fingers into her cunt. She squeezed her breasts in excitement, her head arching back, her face twisted with lust. She hissed in delight as he rocked up hard into her. She toyed with her clitoris.
"Yes ... there ... yes ... Oh ma uhhh *hanh* ... uhhhh ... yes!" she gasped.
She leaned back on both hands and, arching her face upward, swung her hips rapidly in tight, excited circles, churning her cunt flesh with his pestle, moaning loudly with excitement. Her shoulders hunched with deep hollows.
Her breasts were hot and swollen. Rivers of lust rippled through her delectable body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck as sweat beaded her skin.
The *mangalsutra* tossed and jumped around her neck. Her guest-lover fondled her turgid breasts, making her whimper and arch her head in ecstasy. Faster and faster she went, rising and falling, crying out and moaning louder and louder.
She jerked and bounced on his cock in a frenzy. Hitting a breathtaking orgasm, her cunt contracting fiercely on his throbbing penis, Sayali arched back with a shuddering moan, her cunt grinding down hard onto his upthrust cock.
He gasped under her. Somehow, he managed to hold back. She moaned, her cunt impaled deeply on his cock and slowly, lurched forward, her hands on his chest. Her hips writhed slowly over his.
"Do you like me?" she murmured. "Does this feel good?"
"Fuck, you're great!" he gasped, as her cunt squeezed his penis hungrily.
"Then fuck me, lover! Fuck me like a whore!"
Smiling and moaning, she began rocking up and down on his cock again. Her breasts bounced and jiggled and he squeezed them feverishly, his hips pumping under her. Her *mangalsutra* slapped on her chest.
The gold chain in her cunt rasped over his cock, making him groan in pleasure. Sayali bent and kissed him like a lover, thrusting her tongue deep in his mouth. He squeezed her breasts and whimpered and lost himself, shooting into her slit.
She slid off his cock, and already the next guest was waiting, panting with excitement, his erect penis throbbing and quivering eagerly. Hardly had her first lover got off the divan than the second man was shoving her down on her back, jerking her legs open and plunging his penis into her slit.
He stood at the foot of the divan, her thighs in his hands and hammered his hips excitedly back and forth. Sayali hissed in joy. Her hand was flat on her sucked-in belly and it slid lower and she fingered her slit.
"Come on ... do it," she muttered. "Fuck me lover ... fuck me hard!"
That evening, Sayali was fucked by all five guests. They took her greedily, plunging into her cunt and ass and mouth, some of them taking generous second helpings. Finally, they were sated. Joe and Suresh served a fresh round of drinks. Sayali cleaned up.
She returned, still naked except for her jewelry and served them delicious snacks. Dinner was served by Sayali and a handsome servant, a man she said was her frequent lover, too. The guests ate ravenously. After dinner, one of them said he would like to watch the servant fuck her.
Suresh lit a cigarette and smiled to himself. On the divan, his servant was fucking his wife furiously, lying behind her, plunging his penis in and out of her cunt. She groaned and gasped and cried out, her face contorted with excitement as the huge penis thundered in and out of her cunt.
The guests were masturbating again, watching transfixed. She turned her head back and the servant kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, squeezing her turgid breasts, one hand on her hip, jigging her furiously up and down on his cock. She whimpered joyously, her buttocks jerking and writhing against his crotch, sucking his tongue as he pressed his lips to hers.
At a sign from Suresh, the gigolo stepped forward again and pushed his penis into her mouth. The servant chuckled and slowed his movements. The two men fucked her together. Her face was distended by the size of the gigolo's penis.
They paused to change places and position. She knelt on all fours on the divan and Joe began fucking her cunt slowly and heavily from behind, standing at the foot of the couch. The servant stood at the other end, grinning down at her, fucking her face, a hand on his hip, pumping back and forth, the other on her head. He reached down and squeezed her swinging, pendulous breasts.
"Mm, yeh ... suck it, bitch! Suck my cock!" he grunted.
Her belly trembled and quivered as his penis penetrated her innards. She leaned back on an outstretched arm and, with her other hand, opened her cunt-lips wide and let his cock rasp between her fingers into her cunt. She squeezed her breasts in excitement, her head arching back, her face twisted with lust. She hissed in delight as he rocked up hard into her. She toyed with her clitoris.
"Yes ... there ... yes ... Oh ma uhhh *hanh* ... uhhhh ... yes!" she gasped.
She leaned back on both hands and, arching her face upward, swung her hips rapidly in tight, excited circles, churning her cunt flesh with his pestle, moaning loudly with excitement. Her shoulders hunched with deep hollows.
Her breasts were hot and swollen. Rivers of lust rippled through her delectable body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck as sweat beaded her skin.
The *mangalsutra* tossed and jumped around her neck. Her guest-lover fondled her turgid breasts, making her whimper and arch her head in ecstasy. Faster and faster she went, rising and falling, crying out and moaning louder and louder.
She jerked and bounced on his cock in a frenzy. Hitting a breathtaking orgasm, her cunt contracting fiercely on his throbbing penis, Sayali arched back with a shuddering moan, her cunt grinding down hard onto his upthrust cock.
He gasped under her. Somehow, he managed to hold back. She moaned, her cunt impaled deeply on his cock and slowly, lurched forward, her hands on his chest. Her hips writhed slowly over his.
"Do you like me?" she murmured. "Does this feel good?"
"Fuck, you're great!" he gasped, as her cunt squeezed his penis hungrily.
"Then fuck me, lover! Fuck me like a whore!"
Smiling and moaning, she began rocking up and down on his cock again. Her breasts bounced and jiggled and he squeezed them feverishly, his hips pumping under her. Her *mangalsutra* slapped on her chest.
The gold chain in her cunt rasped over his cock, making him groan in pleasure. Sayali bent and kissed him like a lover, thrusting her tongue deep in his mouth. He squeezed her breasts and whimpered and lost himself, shooting into her slit.
She slid off his cock, and already the next guest was waiting, panting with excitement, his erect penis throbbing and quivering eagerly. Hardly had her first lover got off the divan than the second man was shoving her down on her back, jerking her legs open and plunging his penis into her slit.
He stood at the foot of the divan, her thighs in his hands and hammered his hips excitedly back and forth. Sayali hissed in joy. Her hand was flat on her sucked-in belly and it slid lower and she fingered her slit.
"Come on ... do it," she muttered. "Fuck me lover ... fuck me hard!"
That evening, Sayali was fucked by all five guests. They took her greedily, plunging into her cunt and ass and mouth, some of them taking generous second helpings. Finally, they were sated. Joe and Suresh served a fresh round of drinks. Sayali cleaned up.
She returned, still naked except for her jewelry and served them delicious snacks. Dinner was served by Sayali and a handsome servant, a man she said was her frequent lover, too. The guests ate ravenously. After dinner, one of them said he would like to watch the servant fuck her.
Suresh lit a cigarette and smiled to himself. On the divan, his servant was fucking his wife furiously, lying behind her, plunging his penis in and out of her cunt. She groaned and gasped and cried out, her face contorted with excitement as the huge penis thundered in and out of her cunt.
The guests were masturbating again, watching transfixed. She turned her head back and the servant kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, squeezing her turgid breasts, one hand on her hip, jigging her furiously up and down on his cock. She whimpered joyously, her buttocks jerking and writhing against his crotch, sucking his tongue as he pressed his lips to hers.
At a sign from Suresh, the gigolo stepped forward again and pushed his penis into her mouth. The servant chuckled and slowed his movements. The two men fucked her together. Her face was distended by the size of the gigolo's penis.
They paused to change places and position. She knelt on all fours on the divan and Joe began fucking her cunt slowly and heavily from behind, standing at the foot of the couch. The servant stood at the other end, grinning down at her, fucking her face, a hand on his hip, pumping back and forth, the other on her head. He reached down and squeezed her swinging, pendulous breasts.
"Mm, yeh ... suck it, bitch! Suck my cock!" he grunted.
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