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Chapter 20: Wasim & Jamal (Act 6)
Wasim’s fingers slipped beneath the edge of Lina’s panties once more, brushing against the soft, clean-shaven skin of her pussy. The fabric of the lingerie clung to her damp folds, barely concealing the delicate flesh beneath. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Lina, can you feel this?”
Jamal’s hands remained on her legs, holding them apart as Wasim’s fingers slid deeper, parting her pussy lips to reveal the glistening pink flesh. She was already so wet, her arousal evident as he traced the length of her slit. The heat and slickness made his cock throb even harder. He circled her clit slowly, deliberately, watching as her body responded with a faint arch of her hips.
Lina’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as her body instinctively moved toward his touch. Jamal watched, frozen in place, his own arousal growing as he witnessed the intimate act unfold before him. His grip on her legs tightened slightly, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to control his own urges.
Wasim pulled his fingers out, holding them up to the light, glistening with her juices. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he savored the scent. “It’s definitely Lina’s juices,” he murmured, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “And it’s warm.”
Jamal stood frozen, his eyes darting between Wasim and Lina’s nearly nude body, clad only in the thin lingerie that clung to her curves. His breathing grew shallow, his cock straining against his pants. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to will his erection away, but the sight of her was too much.
"Show some respect," Wasim snapped, noticing Jamal’s reaction. "Put her legs down properly."
Jamal obeyed hesitantly, gently lowering Lina’s legs as he tried to steady his own trembling hands. "Should we try CPR?" he suggested, his voice cracking slightly.
Wasim’s lips curled into a sly smile. "Good idea."
He leaned over Lina, his face inches from hers. Instead of blowing air into her mouth, he pressed his lips against hers in a deep, possessive kiss. His hands moved to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as his tongue delved into her mouth. Lina’s body twitched, a faint moan escaping her lips as she stirred slightly.
"Rahim…" she whispered faintly, her voice barely audible.
"Shh," Wasim murmured against her lips, his breath warm on her skin. He kissed her again, this time more urgently, his hands roaming her body with growing boldness.
Each kiss brought more life to her, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as her moans grew louder.
Jamal watched with wide eyes, his cock throbbing painfully now. "What else can we do?" he asked, his voice trembling with desperation.
Wasim pulled back slightly, a cunning gleam in his eyes. "There’s one thing that always works on a married woman."
"What’s that?" Jamal asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"The smell of a cock," Wasim replied confidently. He unbuckled his belt with practiced ease, sliding his pants down to reveal his thick, uncut cock. It stood at attention, the head glistening with pre-cum as he brought it closer to Lina’s face.
Jamal’s breath hitched as he watched Wasim position himself, the musky scent of his arousal filling the room. Lina’s body responded instinctively, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. Her lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping as her head tilted toward him.
"Lina," Wasim whispered, his voice heavy with desire. "Do you like that?"
She didn’t respond verbally, but her body answered for her. Her mouth opened wider, and without hesitation, she took the first few inches of his cock into her mouth. The sensation made Wasim groan loudly, his hips thrusting forward slightly to push himself deeper into her warm, wet mouth.
Jamal stared in awe, his own cock aching as he watched Lina’s lips wrap around Wasim’s shaft. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her moans vibrating against him as she sucked with growing enthusiasm. Wasim’s hands gripped her hair gently, guiding her movements as he thrust deeper into her mouth.
"That’s it," Wasim murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it all."
Lina’s moans grew louder, her body arching slightly as she swallowed more of him. Her lips stretched around his girth, her saliva coating his length as she bobbed her head rhythmically. Wasim’s hips moved in tandem with her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through him.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "You’re so good at this."
Jamal couldn’t tear his eyes away, his hand unconsciously moving to his own cock as he watched the scene unfold. He felt a pang of jealousy mixed with awe as
Lina took Wasim deeper, her moans growing more desperate with every movement. Wasim’s breath became ragged, his thrusts more urgent as he neared his climax. "I’m close," he warned, pulling back slightly to avoid spilling into her mouth. With a loud groan, he jerked his cock free, stroking himself rapidly as cum erupted from the tip. Thick ropes of white sprayed across Lina’s chest and stomach, the sight making Jamal’s own cock twitch uncontrollably.
Wasim exhaled sharply, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his release. "Get her covered," he instructed Jamal, his voice still shaky.
Jamal quickly retrieved a blanket from the corner of the room, dbanging it over Lina’s body as she stirred slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, confused and dazed, as though waking from a dream. She licked her lips, the taste of Wasim lingering on her tongue, and let out a soft sigh.
"You had a fall," Wasim said smoothly, his tone reassuring as he handed her a glass of water. "You’re fine now."
Lina took the glass shakily, her mind still foggy as she sipped the cool liquid. She glanced around the room, her gaze lingering on Wasim as he adjusted his clothes and Jamal awkwardly standing nearby. A faint memory tugged at the edge of her consciousness, but she couldn’t quite grasp it.
"What happened?" she asked weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Just a little accident," Wasim replied casually
Wasim’s fingers slipped beneath the edge of Lina’s panties once more, brushing against the soft, clean-shaven skin of her pussy. The fabric of the lingerie clung to her damp folds, barely concealing the delicate flesh beneath. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Lina, can you feel this?”
Jamal’s hands remained on her legs, holding them apart as Wasim’s fingers slid deeper, parting her pussy lips to reveal the glistening pink flesh. She was already so wet, her arousal evident as he traced the length of her slit. The heat and slickness made his cock throb even harder. He circled her clit slowly, deliberately, watching as her body responded with a faint arch of her hips.
Lina’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as her body instinctively moved toward his touch. Jamal watched, frozen in place, his own arousal growing as he witnessed the intimate act unfold before him. His grip on her legs tightened slightly, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to control his own urges.
Wasim pulled his fingers out, holding them up to the light, glistening with her juices. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he savored the scent. “It’s definitely Lina’s juices,” he murmured, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “And it’s warm.”
Jamal stood frozen, his eyes darting between Wasim and Lina’s nearly nude body, clad only in the thin lingerie that clung to her curves. His breathing grew shallow, his cock straining against his pants. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to will his erection away, but the sight of her was too much.
"Show some respect," Wasim snapped, noticing Jamal’s reaction. "Put her legs down properly."
Jamal obeyed hesitantly, gently lowering Lina’s legs as he tried to steady his own trembling hands. "Should we try CPR?" he suggested, his voice cracking slightly.
Wasim’s lips curled into a sly smile. "Good idea."
He leaned over Lina, his face inches from hers. Instead of blowing air into her mouth, he pressed his lips against hers in a deep, possessive kiss. His hands moved to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as his tongue delved into her mouth. Lina’s body twitched, a faint moan escaping her lips as she stirred slightly.
"Rahim…" she whispered faintly, her voice barely audible.
"Shh," Wasim murmured against her lips, his breath warm on her skin. He kissed her again, this time more urgently, his hands roaming her body with growing boldness.
Each kiss brought more life to her, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as her moans grew louder.
Jamal watched with wide eyes, his cock throbbing painfully now. "What else can we do?" he asked, his voice trembling with desperation.
Wasim pulled back slightly, a cunning gleam in his eyes. "There’s one thing that always works on a married woman."
"What’s that?" Jamal asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"The smell of a cock," Wasim replied confidently. He unbuckled his belt with practiced ease, sliding his pants down to reveal his thick, uncut cock. It stood at attention, the head glistening with pre-cum as he brought it closer to Lina’s face.
Jamal’s breath hitched as he watched Wasim position himself, the musky scent of his arousal filling the room. Lina’s body responded instinctively, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. Her lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping as her head tilted toward him.
"Lina," Wasim whispered, his voice heavy with desire. "Do you like that?"
She didn’t respond verbally, but her body answered for her. Her mouth opened wider, and without hesitation, she took the first few inches of his cock into her mouth. The sensation made Wasim groan loudly, his hips thrusting forward slightly to push himself deeper into her warm, wet mouth.
Jamal stared in awe, his own cock aching as he watched Lina’s lips wrap around Wasim’s shaft. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her moans vibrating against him as she sucked with growing enthusiasm. Wasim’s hands gripped her hair gently, guiding her movements as he thrust deeper into her mouth.
"That’s it," Wasim murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it all."
Lina’s moans grew louder, her body arching slightly as she swallowed more of him. Her lips stretched around his girth, her saliva coating his length as she bobbed her head rhythmically. Wasim’s hips moved in tandem with her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through him.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "You’re so good at this."
Jamal couldn’t tear his eyes away, his hand unconsciously moving to his own cock as he watched the scene unfold. He felt a pang of jealousy mixed with awe as
Lina took Wasim deeper, her moans growing more desperate with every movement. Wasim’s breath became ragged, his thrusts more urgent as he neared his climax. "I’m close," he warned, pulling back slightly to avoid spilling into her mouth. With a loud groan, he jerked his cock free, stroking himself rapidly as cum erupted from the tip. Thick ropes of white sprayed across Lina’s chest and stomach, the sight making Jamal’s own cock twitch uncontrollably.
Wasim exhaled sharply, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his release. "Get her covered," he instructed Jamal, his voice still shaky.
Jamal quickly retrieved a blanket from the corner of the room, dbanging it over Lina’s body as she stirred slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, confused and dazed, as though waking from a dream. She licked her lips, the taste of Wasim lingering on her tongue, and let out a soft sigh.
"You had a fall," Wasim said smoothly, his tone reassuring as he handed her a glass of water. "You’re fine now."
Lina took the glass shakily, her mind still foggy as she sipped the cool liquid. She glanced around the room, her gaze lingering on Wasim as he adjusted his clothes and Jamal awkwardly standing nearby. A faint memory tugged at the edge of her consciousness, but she couldn’t quite grasp it.
"What happened?" she asked weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Just a little accident," Wasim replied casually
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