16-08-2025, 10:03 AM
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Rita’s Savage Hunger
Some time after Mitu’s departure, another customer arrives at the alley’s edge. Raju, a 28-year-old rickshaw puller, stands tall with a rugged, muscular frame forged by the grueling labor of pedaling through the streets. His dark skin glistens with sweat under the Chaitra sun, amplifying his raw, primal masculinity. His eyes carry a hint of simplicity, but beneath lies a feral, filthy hunger burning in his core. Clad in a tattered blue lungi and a worn white shirt, his seven-inch cock pulses beneath the fabric, veins bulging, the head slick with precum. His chest is matted with thick, sweat-soaked hair, his arms corded with muscle, and his thighs ripple with power. His stubbled beard and red-stained lips from chewing paan add to his rugged allure, while his body exudes the musky scent of sweat and earth. Behind his innocent smile lurks a savage, depraved lust, ignited by the sight of Rita’s saree-clad curves.
Raju steps closer, clutching a few crumpled notes. “How much?” he growls, his voice rough, his eyes locked on Rita’s heaving breasts. Rita exhales a plume of cigarette smoke, her lips curling into a seductive smirk. “For a beast like you, it’s cheap. Come, my ass is weeping for your cock.”
Raju grabs her hand, leading her deeper into the alley to a dilapidated room behind an abandoned shop. The dirt floor is littered with debris, the cracked walls reek of sweat and tar, and the air is thick with primal tension. Raju hikes Rita’s saree to her waist, not bothering to remove it fully. Her pale, round ass is exposed, the tight hole glistening with sweat, framed by dark hair. Her six-inch cock, half-hard, remains hidden beneath the saree. Her blouse clings tightly, dark nipples straining against the fabric, her skin shimmering with sweat.
Raju forces Rita to her knees on the dirt floor, her ass raised high. She braces her hands in the grime, her saree bunched at her waist, her ass open and vulnerable. Raju lifts his lungi, revealing his seven-inch cock, rock-hard, veins throbbing, the head gleaming with precum. He rubs it against Rita’s tight hole, their sweat and precum mixing into a slick, filthy lube. “Your ass was made for my cock, Rita. Take it!” he snarls, thrusting savagely, his cock plunging deep into her tight, sweaty hole.
Rita screams, “Oh, Raju… you’re tearing my ass apart!” Raju pounds her relentlessly, his cock driving deep, the veined shaft grinding against her inner walls. Her body quakes with each thrust, her ass slamming against his hips. Raju slaps her ass hard, leaving red welts, growling, “Rita, your ass is swallowing my cock! Shut up, my filthy slut!” Rita’s moans echo through the alley, “Oh, Raju… my ass is burning!”
He grabs her hair, yanking her head back, and shifts positions, pinning her against the cracked wall. His cock plunges even deeper, his sweat-soaked chest grinding against her back. His hands grip her breasts, pinching her nipples through the blouse, twisting them until they harden and swell. Rita’s moans turn feral, her body trembling with pain and pleasure. Raju’s cock slides in and out, slick with sweat and precum, her hole clenching tightly around him.
Raju pulls out, forcing Rita back to her knees. Her lips, red with smeared lipstick and sweat, part as he shoves his cock into her mouth. The veined shaft grinds against her tongue, the musky taste of his precum and her ass flooding her senses. “Suck it, Rita! Drink my cock’s juice!” Raju roars, his hands gripping her hair tightly. Rita sucks hungrily, her tongue swirling over the swollen head, savoring the salty mix of his precum and her own scent. He thrusts into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, her eyes watering, but she keeps sucking, her lips slick and tight around him.
Raju’s body tenses, and he erupts, his hot, salty cum flooding Rita’s mouth, spilling over her lips and dripping down her chin. She swallows greedily, her face sticky, her lipstick smeared. “Your mouth was made for my cum,” Raju laughs, his voice thick with satisfaction.
He lifts Rita’s saree higher, exposing her six-inch cock, hard and throbbing, veins bulging, the head glistening with precum. Raju’s rough, calloused hand strokes it briefly, his fingers teasing the slick head, but he stops short. Rita’s cock trembles, her body aching for release, but he denies her. “I don’t need your cum, Rita. Your ass and mouth are enough for my cock,” he sneers, his grin cruel. He adjusts his lungi, stuffs a few crumpled notes into Rita’s saree, and strides out into the alley.
Rita remains kneeling on the dirt floor, her saree bunched at her waist, her ass sticky with Raju’s cum, her mouth tasting of his salty release. Her cock, still hard and dripping, pulses with unfulfilled desire. She straightens her saree, lights a cigarette, and exhales, her eyes a mix of exhaustion and insatiable hunger. The alley’s darkness swallows her moans, but the fire within her burns on.
Mitu’s Night of Fire
In the dim glow of the evening alley, the air is thick with the scent of lust. Mitu stands alone, her blue saree clinging to her sweat-soaked body, every curve accentuated by the thin fabric. Her fair skin glows in the candlelight, sweat beads rolling from her forehead down the veins of her neck, each inch of her body screaming with desire. Her tight pussy drips with arousal, juices trickling down her thighs, staining the saree. Her small breasts are firm, dark nipples straining against the fabric, begging for release. Her tight ass, slick with sweat, peeks through the saree’s folds, its round shape undeniable. Her long black hair sticks to her neck, wet with sweat, each strand clinging to her skin. Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous grin, her lips lightly painted with red lipstick, a predator awaiting her prey.
A sleek black Mercedes pulls up at the alley’s mouth. Rahul steps out, his honey-toned skin glistening with sweat, his muscular frame wrapped in an expensive black suit. His cock, hard and veined, presses against his trousers, the pink head slick with precum. His heavy balls hang low, brimming with cum, coated in sweat. His tight ass glistens, his chest muscles flex beneath the suit, black nipples swollen with arousal. His flat stomach boasts a deep navel, framed by short black hair, wet with sweat. His eyes burn with greedy lust, his lips curling into a sensual smile, as if he knows the night’s game is his to control.
Beside him steps Neela, her fair skin shimmering with sweat, her slim yet curvaceous body encased in a tight red dress. Her tight pussy drips, her swollen clit glistening, burning with desire. Her round ass is firm, the hole slick with sweat. Her medium breasts are taut, dark nipples straining against the dress. Her flat stomach sports a small navel, her long black hair wet and splayed across her back. Her eyes gleam with mischief, her lips radiating sensuality, ready to claim her share of the night’s debauchery.
Rahul approaches Mitu, his voice dripping with lust. “Mitu, you’re the fire of the night. Neela and I want to burn with you. Come to our place—this night will be unforgettable.” Mitu runs her tongue over her lips, her smile wicked. “Rahul, Neela, you both want to drive me mad? I’m in, but you’ll have to fill every hole in my body.” Neela tosses her hair back, grinning devilishly. “Don’t worry, Mitu. I’ll lick every inch of you, and Rahul will fuck your pussy and ass until you’re ruined.” They usher Mitu into the car, speeding toward their luxurious home.
In Rahul and Neela’s opulent bedroom, candlelight dances on the walls, soft jazz music floating in the air, mingling with the heavy scent of sweat, cum, and desire. A massive bed dbangd in red satin sheets glows like blood. In the corner, bondage gear—leather ropes, handcuffs, whips, and femdom toys—waits silently for the night’s depraved games. Mitu enters, shedding her saree, her naked body glowing in the candlelight. She laughs, “Rahul, Neela, this room is a temple of lust. How will you make me lose my mind?”
Neela strips off her red dress, her fair skin shimmering with sweat. “Mitu, tonight you’re my slave. I’ll bind you, punish you, and make your pussy melt on my tongue.” Rahul discards his suit, his cock standing rigid, dripping with precum. He smirks, “Mitu, I’ll fuck your ass and pussy until you’re in paradise.” They begin a filthy game: “Femdom Fire,” where Neela dominates Mitu with bondage and femdom tactics, while Rahul adds savage intensity to their union.
Neela lays Mitu on the bed, binding her wrists with leather ropes to the bedposts. Mitu’s tight pussy drips, her small breasts swollen, dark nipples hard and trembling for Neela’s touch. Neela lowers her face to Mitu’s pussy, her tongue grazing the swollen clit, sucking slowly. Mitu’s juices coat Neela’s tongue, the salty-sweet taste flooding her mouth. Neela plunges her tongue inside, licking the walls of Mitu’s pussy, drinking her juices. Mitu moans, “Neela, eat my pussy! Your tongue is setting my body on fire!” Neela parts Mitu’s ass, her tongue diving deep into her tight hole. The musky scent of Mitu’s sweat and filth fills Neela’s nose as she sucks, her tongue circling the rim, probing inside. Mitu screams, “Neela, suck my ass! You’re driving me insane!”
Rahul kneels behind Neela, his tongue lapping at her tight pussy, circling her swollen clit. Her juices coat his mouth as he sucks greedily. Neela moans, “Rahul, eat my pussy! Your tongue is sparking a storm in me!” Rahul moves to Mitu’s face, rubbing his cock against her lips. Mitu’s tongue swirls over the pink head, sucking his salty precum. She licks the veined shaft, devouring every inch. “Rahul, shove your cock in my mouth! I want to drink your juice!” she cries. Rahul thrusts deep, his cock hitting her throat, her saliva and his precum mixing, dripping down her chin. The room fills with moans and the wet sounds of sucking, candlelight dancing on their sweat-soaked bodies.
Neela, with Mitu’s wrists still bound, spreads her legs and grabs a leather whip. She lightly strikes Mitu’s tight ass, leaving red marks, the flesh quivering with each hit. Mitu moans, “Neela, punish me! Make my ass red!” Neela straps on a thick dildo, rubbing its cold surface against Mitu’s pussy. She slides it in slowly, Mitu’s tight pussy swallowing it, the shaft grinding against her walls. Neela thrusts hard, the dildo plunging deep, Mitu’s juices soaking the satin sheets. Mitu screams, “Neela, rip my pussy apart! Your dildo is tearing me!” Neela grabs Mitu’s breasts, pinching her nipples, Mitu’s body trembling as her pussy gushes.
Neela slides the dildo into Mitu’s ass, the tight hole stretching to take it. Each inch grinds against Mitu’s walls, her hole quaking under the pressure. Mitu screams in pain and pleasure, “Neela, tear my ass apart! Your dildo is driving me mad!” Neela rubs her pussy against Mitu’s mouth, her swollen clit grinding against Mitu’s lips. Mitu sucks Neela’s juices, her tongue plunging inside. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my pussy! Be my slave, drink my juice!”
Neela lies on the bed, Mitu straddling her, sliding the strap-on dildo into her pussy. She rides it hard, the dildo plunging deep, grinding her walls. Neela sucks Mitu’s breasts, her teeth grazing her nipples, which swell and tremble. Mitu screams, “Neela, my pussy is swallowing your dildo! Suck my tits!” Rahul slides his cock into Mitu’s ass, her tight hole gripping him. “Rahul, rip my ass apart! Your cock is tearing me!” she cries. Rahul and Neela thrust in unison, Mitu’s pussy and ass devouring them, her body trembling, slick with sweat.
Rahul lies on the bed, Mitu straddling him, his cock sliding into her pussy. Each inch grinds against her tight walls, her juices coating him. Neela slides her strap-on into Mitu’s ass, plunging deep. They thrust together, Mitu’s holes stretched to their limit. She screams, “Rahul, Neela, rip my pussy and ass apart! I can’t take it!” Neela pinches Mitu’s nipples, Rahul licks her navel, sucking her sweaty skin. Mitu’s moans fill the room, her body drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.
Neela binds Mitu again, tying her arms and legs to the bed’s corners, her pussy and ass exposed. She whips Mitu’s ass and breasts, leaving red welts, Mitu’s body quaking with each strike. Neela rubs her pussy against Mitu’s mouth, her clit grinding against her lips. Mitu sucks Neela’s juices, moaning, “Neela, I’m your slave! Eat my pussy!” Neela presses a vibrator against Mitu’s clit, its intense pulses sending shocks through her body, her pussy gushing, soaking the sheets. Mitu’s screams echo off the walls.
Neela thrusts the strap-on into Mitu’s ass, pounding hard, the dildo plunging deep. Mitu screams, “Neela, finish me! Your dildo is ripping my ass!” Rahul slides his cock into Neela’s pussy, thrusting fiercely. Neela’s pussy swallows him, her juices coating his cock. She moans, “Rahul, rip my pussy apart! I can’t take it!” Their bodies entwine, trembling, drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.
The “Femdom Fire” game reaches its peak. Rahul thrusts into Mitu’s pussy, his thick cum flooding her, spilling down her thighs. Neela pounds Mitu’s ass with the strap-on, Mitu trembling in ecstasy, her pussy gushing, soaking the sheets. Neela rubs her clit, screaming as her juices spray over Mitu’s body, mixing with her sweat and cum.
They collapse on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and juices. Mitu gasps, “Rahul, Neela, you’ve driven me insane!” Neela laughs, “Mitu, you were a perfect slave. Your body is my tongue’s toy!” Rahul smirks, “Mitu, come back. We’ll punish you more.” Their laughter and moans fill the room.
In the candlelit bedroom, the air is heavy with the scent of sweat, cum, and juices. The red satin sheets are soaked, leather ropes and whips scattered in the corner. Mitu kneels on the bed, her fair skin glistening, her tight pussy dripping, her small breasts swollen. Rahul and Neela stand before her, naked and sweat-soaked, Rahul’s cock half-hard and dripping, Neela’s pussy glistening. Mitu smirks, “Rahul, Neela, I’ll lick, suck, and devour every inch of you! I’ll make you my tongue’s slaves!” Neela grins, “Mitu, you were our slave, now be our queen!” Rahul whispers, “Start with my cock, Mitu. I want to melt on your tongue.”
They begin a new, filthy game: “Feast of Flesh,” where Mitu will lick, suck, and devour every part of their bodies with sensual precision.
Mitu kneels before Rahul, her hands gripping his cock. Her tongue swirls over the pink head, sucking his salty precum. She licks the veined shaft, savoring every inch. “Rahul, your cock’s taste is setting my tongue on fire!” she murmurs. She moves to his base, licking his sweaty skin, drinking the salty musk. She takes his heavy balls in her mouth, her tongue circling their sweat-soaked surface, his cum’s scent dizzying her. Rahul moans, “Mitu, suck my balls! I’ll spill my cum in your mouth!”
Mitu lays Rahul on the bed, parting his firm ass. Her tongue plunges deep into his tight hole, sucking the musky sweat and filth. She circles the rim, probing inside, the taste flooding her mouth. Rahul screams, “Mitu, eat my ass! You’re driving me insane!” She sucks his ass cheeks, biting lightly, leaving red marks.
Mitu grabs Rahul’s muscular arms, licking his sweaty skin, sucking his fingers one by one, her tongue swirling between them, drinking his salty taste. “Rahul, your fingers feel like cocks in my mouth!” she whispers. Rahul moans, “Mitu, suck my fingers! I’m melting on your tongue!”
She moves to his feet, her tongue gliding from his ankles up his muscular legs, licking his sweat-soaked skin. She sucks his toes, her tongue weaving between them, drinking the musky scent. Rahul moans, “Mitu, eat my feet! You’re my queen!”
Mitu lifts his arms, her tongue diving into his sweaty armpits, licking the thick hair, sucking the musky scent. “Rahul, your armpits are driving me wild!” she murmurs. Rahul screams, “Mitu, suck my pits! I’m your tongue’s slave!”
She licks his neck, sucking his sweaty skin, biting his veins lightly. She moves to his muscular chest, her tongue circling his black nipples, sucking them hard. Rahul moans, “Mitu, suck my chest! My body’s melting!” She licks his flat stomach, her tongue plunging into his deep navel, sucking the sweaty skin. Rahul screams, “Mitu, eat my navel! You’re finishing me!”
Mitu lays Neela on the bed, parting her legs. Her tongue grazes Neela’s tight pussy, sucking her swollen clit, drinking her juices. She plunges her tongue inside, licking the walls, devouring the musky taste. “Neela, your pussy’s juice is honey on my tongue!” she murmurs. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my pussy! I’m melting!”
Mitu parts Neela’s round ass, her tongue diving deep into her tight hole, sucking the sweaty musk. She circles the rim, probing inside. Neela screams, “Mitu, suck my ass! You’re my queen!” Mitu sucks her ass cheeks, biting lightly, leaving red marks.
Mitu licks Neela’s medium breasts, her tongue circling her dark nipples, sucking them hard. She grabs Neela’s breasts, biting her nipples, making them swell. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my tits! I’m going mad!” Mitu licks Neela’s sweaty skin, drinking her musk.
She grabs Neela’s arms, licking her fair skin, sucking her fingers, her tongue weaving between them. “Neela, your fingers are flowers in my mouth!” she murmurs. Neela moans, “Mitu, suck my fingers! I’m melting!” Mitu licks Neela’s legs, sucking her toes, drinking the musky scent. Neela screams, “Mitu, eat my feet! You’re my paradise!”
Mitu lifts Neela’s arms, licking her sweaty armpits, sucking the soft skin. “Neela, your armpits are driving me wild!” she murmurs. Neela screams, “Mitu, suck my pits! I’m your slave!” Mitu licks Neela’s neck, biting her veins, then her flat stomach, plunging her tongue into her small navel. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my navel! You’re finishing me!”
Mitu lays Rahul and Neela side by side, her tongue roaming their bodies. She sucks Rahul’s cock, then licks Neela’s pussy, mixing their juices in her mouth. She licks Rahul’s ass, then Neela’s, devouring their musky scents. She licks their armpits, sucks their fingers and toes, her tongue claiming every inch. Rahul and Neela moan, “Mitu, you’re our goddess! Keep devouring us!”
Mitu’s tongue drives them wild. She sucks Rahul’s cock until his thick cum floods her mouth, swallowing greedily. She licks Neela’s pussy until she trembles, her juices spraying Mitu’s face. Mitu devours their asses, armpits, necks, and navels, their bodies drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.
They collapse, trembling, their faces slick with saliva and sweat. Mitu gasps, “Rahul, Neela, your bodies are my tongue’s paradise!” Neela laughs, “Mitu, you’re our queen! Your tongue enslaved us!” Rahul whispers, “Mitu, come back. We want to melt again!” Their moans and laughter fill the room.
After a brief rest, Neela sits up, her long black hair wet and clinging to her shoulders. Her fair skin glows in the candlelight, her round ass grinding against the bed. She smirks at Mitu, “Those two sluts you mentioned, Rita and Mili—who are they? Bring them one day. We’ll fuck them senseless.” Her voice drips with mischief, her eyes gleaming with greed.
Mitu laughs, her blue saree lying on the floor. She leans back on the bed, her fair skin glowing, her voice sultry. “Rita and Mili? They’re my alley sisters, but their bodies burn like yours. Their cocks are hard, dripping with juice, their asses tight. Bring them here, and this bedroom will collapse.” She tosses her hair back, her eyes twinkling. To Rahul, she says, “Rita’s cock is pink, veins bulging, and Mili’s is thick, the head dripping. Play with them, and you’ll both go mad.”
Rahul startles, his muscular chest glistening. “Really? They have cocks? I need to see it!” His half-hard cock leaves a wet spot on the sheets. He grins, “I’ll fuck their asses, and Neela will suck their cocks.” His voice trembles with excitement, his cock hardening again.
Mitu laughs, “You’re right, Rahul. I stroked Mili’s cock—it was so thick my mouth couldn’t take it. I licked the pink head, dripping with juice. Rita’s cock? Hard, veined, I went mad sucking it.” She runs her tongue over her lips, winking at them.
Neela sets down her wine glass, her fair skin shimmering with sweat. “Then we must have them here. I’ll take Rita’s cock in my pussy, suck Mili’s. Rahul, you’ll fuck their asses. The four of us will set this room ablaze.” Her pussy drips as she speaks, her ass grinding against the bed.
Rahul laughs, stroking his cock. “Absolutely! If their cocks are that good, I’ll pound their asses, and Neela will suck them dry. We’ll wreck this bedroom.” His cock stands fully erect, dripping with precum.
Mitu begins to dress, her slim body wrapped in the saree, her fair skin and tight ass peeking through. She braids her hair, wiping her sweaty forehead. “Alright, Rahul, Neela. I’ll bring Rita and Mili. Get ready—their cocks and asses will drive you wild.” She applies lipstick, smirking in the mirror.
Rahul pulls out a leather wallet, handing Mitu a thick stack of cash. “This is for you, Mitu. You made our night insane.” Mitu pockets the cash, grinning, “Thanks, Rahul. Next time will be even wilder.” Neela laughs, “Mitu, you’re our queen. Come back soon.”
Mitu adjusts her saree, slips on her heels, and leaves. Rahul and Neela lie on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and juices. Mitu steps into the dark alley, cash in her pocket, a sensual smile on her lips. As she walks, she thinks of the next game with Rita and Mili, dirtier than ever. The night air carries her scent, the darkness swallowing her.
Mili’s Filthy Encounter
The evening alley is cloaked in shadows, heavy with the scent of lust. After Rita leaves, Mili stands alone in a corner, her tight green salwar kameez hugging her thick curves. Her five-inch cock, thick and swollen, strains against the fabric, her round ass swaying.
Another customer approaches. Arif, a 45-year-old teacher, enters the alley, his gray hair and lean frame betraying a mix of guilt and desire in his eyes. He seeks Mitu but secretly craves Mili and Rita, his target tonight Mili’s thick cock and soft ass. He offers a shy smile, “Mili, I’ve heard so much about you. I want to be with you tonight.” Mili’s thick lips curl into a sensual grin, “Arif, you’ll taste my thick cock, but be ready—I’ll drive you mad!”
They enter a small, dingy hotel nearby. In the dimly lit room, the faded sheets cast shadows, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cum, juices, and raw sex. Mili strips off her kameez, her five-inch cock standing rigid, dripping with precum, her soft, thick ass trembling, her breasts swaying, nipples hard and swollen. Arif sheds his shirt and pants, his six-inch cock erect, balls hanging low, his eyes a mix of guilt and feral lust. Their moans and filthy words echo off the walls.
Mili sits on the bed, her thick cock pointing at Arif. He kneels, his lean hands stroking her swollen veins, his eyes burning with desire. “Mili, I know this is wrong, but your thick cock and soft ass drive me insane. I want to suck your cock, fuck your ass, and lose myself!” he whispers, voice trembling.
Mili smirks, running her fingers through his hair. “Arif, I’ll fuck your guilt away with my thick cock! Suck it, drink my juice, and shove your cock in my soft ass. I’ll make you mad!”
Arif’s tongue grazes Mili’s thick cockhead, sucking her precum. “Mili, your cock’s so thick, it won’t fit in my mouth, but I can’t resist your taste!” he murmurs. Mili laughs, “Arif, lick it, suck it! My cock’s swollen for your mouth!” Arif’s tongue swirls over the head, pressing the veins, drinking her juices. He takes her massive balls in his mouth, his tongue circling their sweaty skin, her cum’s scent dizzying him. Mili moans, “Arif, suck my balls! My cum’s for your mouth!”
Mili lays Arif on the bed, taking his six-inch cock in her mouth. Her thick lips seal around the head, her tongue grinding the veins, sucking his precum. She sucks his small balls, her tongue circling their soft skin. Arif moans, “Mili, suck my cock! I’m going mad!”
Arif, licking Mili’s cockhead, whispers, “Oh, Mili, your thick cock is so hard, so massive! The veins are swollen, the head slick with juice! I want it in my mouth, but it’s so thick it’ll split me! Your salty juice is setting my tongue on fire! I’ll suck your cock, drink your cum, and you’ll fuck my ass with your thick cock! I’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart, spill your thick cum in me!’ I want to fuck your soft ass, and you’ll scream, ‘Arif, tear my ass apart!’ Last month, I fucked a girl’s ass, but your thick cock and soft ass make my cock burst!”
Mili, trembling under Arif’s tongue, moans, “Oh, Arif, you’re my thick cock’s slave! Suck it, drink my juice! My cock in your mouth will make you scream, ‘Mili, your cock’s splitting my mouth!’ I’ll fuck your tight ass with my thick cock, and you’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart, fill me with your hot cum!’ You want to fuck my soft ass? I’ll take your cock and scream, ‘Arif, tear my soft ass, let your cum drip!’ Last week, a customer fled in fear of my thick cock. Arif, suck it, drink my cum, and I’ll fuck your ass till you’re mad!”
Arif’s tongue swirls over Mili’s thick cockhead, pressing the veins, drinking her juices. He sucks her massive balls, his tongue circling their sweaty skin, her cum’s scent overwhelming. “Mili, your balls are so big, so salty! I’ll suck them till your cum spills! Your thick cock won’t fit my mouth, but I’m mad for your juice! Fuck my ass with your thick cock, I’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart!’ I’ll fuck your soft ass, and you’ll scream, ‘Arif, tear my ass!’ Your thick ass’s scent will drive me wild, I’ll lick it clean!”
Mili, grinding her cock in Arif’s mouth, moans, “Oh, Arif, you’re splitting my cock with your sucking! Suck it, drink my cum! I’ll fuck your tight ass with my thick cock, and you’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass, spill your thick cum!’ You want to lick my soft ass? I’ll take your tongue and scream, ‘Arif, eat my ass, suck my hole!’ Fuck my ass, and I’ll scream, ‘Arif, rip my ass apart!’ Last month, a customer licked my ass, but you’ll fuck it till I’m mad!”
Mili lays Arif on the bed, parting his lean ass. Her tongue plunges into his tight hole, sucking the musky sweat and filth. Arif screams, “Mili, eat my ass! You’re finishing me!” Mili forces Arif to his knees, his lean ass raised. She rubs her five-inch cock against his hole, the thick head pressing against his tight rim. She slides in slowly, Arif’s ass stretching to take her. He screams, “Mili, your cock’s too thick, it’s splitting my ass!” Mili thrusts gently, her cock half-buried, but after two thrusts, Arif crumples in pain, crying, “Mili, pull out, it’s too thick!” Mili laughs, pulling out, his hole gaping and trembling. “Arif, you’ll take my cock. Try again!”
Mili licks his hole, wetting it, and slides in again. Arif moans, “Mili, shove it in, I want your cock!” She thrusts hard, her balls slapping his ass, but after three thrusts, Arif screams, “Mili, pull out, I can’t!” Mili pulls out, his hole red and swollen. She slaps his ass, laughing, “Arif, your ass was made for my cock. One more try!”
Mili lays Arif on his back, lifting his legs. She slides her thick cock in slowly, going deeper. Arif moans, “Mili, I can take it now, fuck me!” She thrusts hard, her cock plunging deep, their sweat mixing. Arif grabs Mili’s thick breasts, sucking her swollen nipples. After five thrusts, Arif screams, “Mili, pull out, your cock’s ripping my ass!” Mili pulls out, his hole gaping. She laughs, “Arif, you’re mad for my cock, but your ass is fighting me!”
With Arif’s ass sore, Mili shifts to oral pleasure. Arif tries to take her thick cock in his mouth, his tongue swirling over the head, grinding the veins. He sucks her massive balls, drinking their musky scent. “Mili, I can’t take your cock in my ass, but I’ll suck your juice!” he murmurs. Mili moans, “Arif, suck my cock, drink my cum!” Arif parts Mili’s thick ass, his tongue plunging into her tight hole, sucking the musky filth. Mili screams, “Arif, eat my ass!”
Mili sucks Arif’s six-inch cock, her tongue swirling over the head, drinking his precum. She licks his tight ass, her tongue circling his hole. Arif moans, “Mili, lick my ass! Your tongue soothes my pain!” Mili slides a finger into his hole, his ass gripping it. Arif trembles, “Mili, ready my ass, I want your cock again!”
Mili lays Arif on his side, lifting one leg. She slides her thick cock in, wetting his hole first. Arif moans, “Mili, I can take it, fuck me!” She thrusts hard, her cock plunging deep, their sweat mixing. She strokes Arif’s cock, his juices coating her hand. Arif sucks her nipples, biting them gently. After a few thrusts, Arif screams, “Mili, pull out, I can’t!” Mili pulls out, his hole trembling. She laughs, “Arif, your ass loves my cock but fights it!”
Mili licks Arif’s hole, soothing it, sucking the musky filth. Arif licks her thick ass, his tongue plunging deep, drinking her scent. They stroke each other’s cocks, their juices mixing. Mili slides two fingers into Arif’s ass, stretching him. Arif moans, “Mili, ready my ass, I want your cock!”
Mili positions Arif on his knees again, sliding her thick cock in. Arif, despite the pain, craves it. She thrusts hard, her cock plunging deep. Arif screams, “Mili, rip my ass apart! I want your cock!” Mili moans, her thick, hot cum flooding Arif’s ass, spilling onto the sheets. Arif strokes his cock, his cum spraying over Mili’s breasts. Mili licks his ass, drinking her own cum. Arif sucks her cock, licking her cum. They collapse, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and juices.
Arif gasps, “Mili, your thick cock ripped my ass, but I’ll keep trying!” Mili laughs, “Arif, your tight ass is my cock’s paradise. Come back, I’ll teach you to take it!” Their moans and laughter fill the room, the air thick with their filthy lust.
Some time after Mitu’s departure, another customer arrives at the alley’s edge. Raju, a 28-year-old rickshaw puller, stands tall with a rugged, muscular frame forged by the grueling labor of pedaling through the streets. His dark skin glistens with sweat under the Chaitra sun, amplifying his raw, primal masculinity. His eyes carry a hint of simplicity, but beneath lies a feral, filthy hunger burning in his core. Clad in a tattered blue lungi and a worn white shirt, his seven-inch cock pulses beneath the fabric, veins bulging, the head slick with precum. His chest is matted with thick, sweat-soaked hair, his arms corded with muscle, and his thighs ripple with power. His stubbled beard and red-stained lips from chewing paan add to his rugged allure, while his body exudes the musky scent of sweat and earth. Behind his innocent smile lurks a savage, depraved lust, ignited by the sight of Rita’s saree-clad curves.
Raju steps closer, clutching a few crumpled notes. “How much?” he growls, his voice rough, his eyes locked on Rita’s heaving breasts. Rita exhales a plume of cigarette smoke, her lips curling into a seductive smirk. “For a beast like you, it’s cheap. Come, my ass is weeping for your cock.”
Raju grabs her hand, leading her deeper into the alley to a dilapidated room behind an abandoned shop. The dirt floor is littered with debris, the cracked walls reek of sweat and tar, and the air is thick with primal tension. Raju hikes Rita’s saree to her waist, not bothering to remove it fully. Her pale, round ass is exposed, the tight hole glistening with sweat, framed by dark hair. Her six-inch cock, half-hard, remains hidden beneath the saree. Her blouse clings tightly, dark nipples straining against the fabric, her skin shimmering with sweat.
Raju forces Rita to her knees on the dirt floor, her ass raised high. She braces her hands in the grime, her saree bunched at her waist, her ass open and vulnerable. Raju lifts his lungi, revealing his seven-inch cock, rock-hard, veins throbbing, the head gleaming with precum. He rubs it against Rita’s tight hole, their sweat and precum mixing into a slick, filthy lube. “Your ass was made for my cock, Rita. Take it!” he snarls, thrusting savagely, his cock plunging deep into her tight, sweaty hole.
Rita screams, “Oh, Raju… you’re tearing my ass apart!” Raju pounds her relentlessly, his cock driving deep, the veined shaft grinding against her inner walls. Her body quakes with each thrust, her ass slamming against his hips. Raju slaps her ass hard, leaving red welts, growling, “Rita, your ass is swallowing my cock! Shut up, my filthy slut!” Rita’s moans echo through the alley, “Oh, Raju… my ass is burning!”
He grabs her hair, yanking her head back, and shifts positions, pinning her against the cracked wall. His cock plunges even deeper, his sweat-soaked chest grinding against her back. His hands grip her breasts, pinching her nipples through the blouse, twisting them until they harden and swell. Rita’s moans turn feral, her body trembling with pain and pleasure. Raju’s cock slides in and out, slick with sweat and precum, her hole clenching tightly around him.
Raju pulls out, forcing Rita back to her knees. Her lips, red with smeared lipstick and sweat, part as he shoves his cock into her mouth. The veined shaft grinds against her tongue, the musky taste of his precum and her ass flooding her senses. “Suck it, Rita! Drink my cock’s juice!” Raju roars, his hands gripping her hair tightly. Rita sucks hungrily, her tongue swirling over the swollen head, savoring the salty mix of his precum and her own scent. He thrusts into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, her eyes watering, but she keeps sucking, her lips slick and tight around him.
Raju’s body tenses, and he erupts, his hot, salty cum flooding Rita’s mouth, spilling over her lips and dripping down her chin. She swallows greedily, her face sticky, her lipstick smeared. “Your mouth was made for my cum,” Raju laughs, his voice thick with satisfaction.
He lifts Rita’s saree higher, exposing her six-inch cock, hard and throbbing, veins bulging, the head glistening with precum. Raju’s rough, calloused hand strokes it briefly, his fingers teasing the slick head, but he stops short. Rita’s cock trembles, her body aching for release, but he denies her. “I don’t need your cum, Rita. Your ass and mouth are enough for my cock,” he sneers, his grin cruel. He adjusts his lungi, stuffs a few crumpled notes into Rita’s saree, and strides out into the alley.
Rita remains kneeling on the dirt floor, her saree bunched at her waist, her ass sticky with Raju’s cum, her mouth tasting of his salty release. Her cock, still hard and dripping, pulses with unfulfilled desire. She straightens her saree, lights a cigarette, and exhales, her eyes a mix of exhaustion and insatiable hunger. The alley’s darkness swallows her moans, but the fire within her burns on.
Mitu’s Night of Fire
In the dim glow of the evening alley, the air is thick with the scent of lust. Mitu stands alone, her blue saree clinging to her sweat-soaked body, every curve accentuated by the thin fabric. Her fair skin glows in the candlelight, sweat beads rolling from her forehead down the veins of her neck, each inch of her body screaming with desire. Her tight pussy drips with arousal, juices trickling down her thighs, staining the saree. Her small breasts are firm, dark nipples straining against the fabric, begging for release. Her tight ass, slick with sweat, peeks through the saree’s folds, its round shape undeniable. Her long black hair sticks to her neck, wet with sweat, each strand clinging to her skin. Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous grin, her lips lightly painted with red lipstick, a predator awaiting her prey.
A sleek black Mercedes pulls up at the alley’s mouth. Rahul steps out, his honey-toned skin glistening with sweat, his muscular frame wrapped in an expensive black suit. His cock, hard and veined, presses against his trousers, the pink head slick with precum. His heavy balls hang low, brimming with cum, coated in sweat. His tight ass glistens, his chest muscles flex beneath the suit, black nipples swollen with arousal. His flat stomach boasts a deep navel, framed by short black hair, wet with sweat. His eyes burn with greedy lust, his lips curling into a sensual smile, as if he knows the night’s game is his to control.
Beside him steps Neela, her fair skin shimmering with sweat, her slim yet curvaceous body encased in a tight red dress. Her tight pussy drips, her swollen clit glistening, burning with desire. Her round ass is firm, the hole slick with sweat. Her medium breasts are taut, dark nipples straining against the dress. Her flat stomach sports a small navel, her long black hair wet and splayed across her back. Her eyes gleam with mischief, her lips radiating sensuality, ready to claim her share of the night’s debauchery.
Rahul approaches Mitu, his voice dripping with lust. “Mitu, you’re the fire of the night. Neela and I want to burn with you. Come to our place—this night will be unforgettable.” Mitu runs her tongue over her lips, her smile wicked. “Rahul, Neela, you both want to drive me mad? I’m in, but you’ll have to fill every hole in my body.” Neela tosses her hair back, grinning devilishly. “Don’t worry, Mitu. I’ll lick every inch of you, and Rahul will fuck your pussy and ass until you’re ruined.” They usher Mitu into the car, speeding toward their luxurious home.
In Rahul and Neela’s opulent bedroom, candlelight dances on the walls, soft jazz music floating in the air, mingling with the heavy scent of sweat, cum, and desire. A massive bed dbangd in red satin sheets glows like blood. In the corner, bondage gear—leather ropes, handcuffs, whips, and femdom toys—waits silently for the night’s depraved games. Mitu enters, shedding her saree, her naked body glowing in the candlelight. She laughs, “Rahul, Neela, this room is a temple of lust. How will you make me lose my mind?”
Neela strips off her red dress, her fair skin shimmering with sweat. “Mitu, tonight you’re my slave. I’ll bind you, punish you, and make your pussy melt on my tongue.” Rahul discards his suit, his cock standing rigid, dripping with precum. He smirks, “Mitu, I’ll fuck your ass and pussy until you’re in paradise.” They begin a filthy game: “Femdom Fire,” where Neela dominates Mitu with bondage and femdom tactics, while Rahul adds savage intensity to their union.
Neela lays Mitu on the bed, binding her wrists with leather ropes to the bedposts. Mitu’s tight pussy drips, her small breasts swollen, dark nipples hard and trembling for Neela’s touch. Neela lowers her face to Mitu’s pussy, her tongue grazing the swollen clit, sucking slowly. Mitu’s juices coat Neela’s tongue, the salty-sweet taste flooding her mouth. Neela plunges her tongue inside, licking the walls of Mitu’s pussy, drinking her juices. Mitu moans, “Neela, eat my pussy! Your tongue is setting my body on fire!” Neela parts Mitu’s ass, her tongue diving deep into her tight hole. The musky scent of Mitu’s sweat and filth fills Neela’s nose as she sucks, her tongue circling the rim, probing inside. Mitu screams, “Neela, suck my ass! You’re driving me insane!”
Rahul kneels behind Neela, his tongue lapping at her tight pussy, circling her swollen clit. Her juices coat his mouth as he sucks greedily. Neela moans, “Rahul, eat my pussy! Your tongue is sparking a storm in me!” Rahul moves to Mitu’s face, rubbing his cock against her lips. Mitu’s tongue swirls over the pink head, sucking his salty precum. She licks the veined shaft, devouring every inch. “Rahul, shove your cock in my mouth! I want to drink your juice!” she cries. Rahul thrusts deep, his cock hitting her throat, her saliva and his precum mixing, dripping down her chin. The room fills with moans and the wet sounds of sucking, candlelight dancing on their sweat-soaked bodies.
Neela, with Mitu’s wrists still bound, spreads her legs and grabs a leather whip. She lightly strikes Mitu’s tight ass, leaving red marks, the flesh quivering with each hit. Mitu moans, “Neela, punish me! Make my ass red!” Neela straps on a thick dildo, rubbing its cold surface against Mitu’s pussy. She slides it in slowly, Mitu’s tight pussy swallowing it, the shaft grinding against her walls. Neela thrusts hard, the dildo plunging deep, Mitu’s juices soaking the satin sheets. Mitu screams, “Neela, rip my pussy apart! Your dildo is tearing me!” Neela grabs Mitu’s breasts, pinching her nipples, Mitu’s body trembling as her pussy gushes.
Neela slides the dildo into Mitu’s ass, the tight hole stretching to take it. Each inch grinds against Mitu’s walls, her hole quaking under the pressure. Mitu screams in pain and pleasure, “Neela, tear my ass apart! Your dildo is driving me mad!” Neela rubs her pussy against Mitu’s mouth, her swollen clit grinding against Mitu’s lips. Mitu sucks Neela’s juices, her tongue plunging inside. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my pussy! Be my slave, drink my juice!”
Neela lies on the bed, Mitu straddling her, sliding the strap-on dildo into her pussy. She rides it hard, the dildo plunging deep, grinding her walls. Neela sucks Mitu’s breasts, her teeth grazing her nipples, which swell and tremble. Mitu screams, “Neela, my pussy is swallowing your dildo! Suck my tits!” Rahul slides his cock into Mitu’s ass, her tight hole gripping him. “Rahul, rip my ass apart! Your cock is tearing me!” she cries. Rahul and Neela thrust in unison, Mitu’s pussy and ass devouring them, her body trembling, slick with sweat.
Rahul lies on the bed, Mitu straddling him, his cock sliding into her pussy. Each inch grinds against her tight walls, her juices coating him. Neela slides her strap-on into Mitu’s ass, plunging deep. They thrust together, Mitu’s holes stretched to their limit. She screams, “Rahul, Neela, rip my pussy and ass apart! I can’t take it!” Neela pinches Mitu’s nipples, Rahul licks her navel, sucking her sweaty skin. Mitu’s moans fill the room, her body drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.
Neela binds Mitu again, tying her arms and legs to the bed’s corners, her pussy and ass exposed. She whips Mitu’s ass and breasts, leaving red welts, Mitu’s body quaking with each strike. Neela rubs her pussy against Mitu’s mouth, her clit grinding against her lips. Mitu sucks Neela’s juices, moaning, “Neela, I’m your slave! Eat my pussy!” Neela presses a vibrator against Mitu’s clit, its intense pulses sending shocks through her body, her pussy gushing, soaking the sheets. Mitu’s screams echo off the walls.
Neela thrusts the strap-on into Mitu’s ass, pounding hard, the dildo plunging deep. Mitu screams, “Neela, finish me! Your dildo is ripping my ass!” Rahul slides his cock into Neela’s pussy, thrusting fiercely. Neela’s pussy swallows him, her juices coating his cock. She moans, “Rahul, rip my pussy apart! I can’t take it!” Their bodies entwine, trembling, drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.
The “Femdom Fire” game reaches its peak. Rahul thrusts into Mitu’s pussy, his thick cum flooding her, spilling down her thighs. Neela pounds Mitu’s ass with the strap-on, Mitu trembling in ecstasy, her pussy gushing, soaking the sheets. Neela rubs her clit, screaming as her juices spray over Mitu’s body, mixing with her sweat and cum.
They collapse on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and juices. Mitu gasps, “Rahul, Neela, you’ve driven me insane!” Neela laughs, “Mitu, you were a perfect slave. Your body is my tongue’s toy!” Rahul smirks, “Mitu, come back. We’ll punish you more.” Their laughter and moans fill the room.
In the candlelit bedroom, the air is heavy with the scent of sweat, cum, and juices. The red satin sheets are soaked, leather ropes and whips scattered in the corner. Mitu kneels on the bed, her fair skin glistening, her tight pussy dripping, her small breasts swollen. Rahul and Neela stand before her, naked and sweat-soaked, Rahul’s cock half-hard and dripping, Neela’s pussy glistening. Mitu smirks, “Rahul, Neela, I’ll lick, suck, and devour every inch of you! I’ll make you my tongue’s slaves!” Neela grins, “Mitu, you were our slave, now be our queen!” Rahul whispers, “Start with my cock, Mitu. I want to melt on your tongue.”
They begin a new, filthy game: “Feast of Flesh,” where Mitu will lick, suck, and devour every part of their bodies with sensual precision.
Mitu kneels before Rahul, her hands gripping his cock. Her tongue swirls over the pink head, sucking his salty precum. She licks the veined shaft, savoring every inch. “Rahul, your cock’s taste is setting my tongue on fire!” she murmurs. She moves to his base, licking his sweaty skin, drinking the salty musk. She takes his heavy balls in her mouth, her tongue circling their sweat-soaked surface, his cum’s scent dizzying her. Rahul moans, “Mitu, suck my balls! I’ll spill my cum in your mouth!”
Mitu lays Rahul on the bed, parting his firm ass. Her tongue plunges deep into his tight hole, sucking the musky sweat and filth. She circles the rim, probing inside, the taste flooding her mouth. Rahul screams, “Mitu, eat my ass! You’re driving me insane!” She sucks his ass cheeks, biting lightly, leaving red marks.
Mitu grabs Rahul’s muscular arms, licking his sweaty skin, sucking his fingers one by one, her tongue swirling between them, drinking his salty taste. “Rahul, your fingers feel like cocks in my mouth!” she whispers. Rahul moans, “Mitu, suck my fingers! I’m melting on your tongue!”
She moves to his feet, her tongue gliding from his ankles up his muscular legs, licking his sweat-soaked skin. She sucks his toes, her tongue weaving between them, drinking the musky scent. Rahul moans, “Mitu, eat my feet! You’re my queen!”
Mitu lifts his arms, her tongue diving into his sweaty armpits, licking the thick hair, sucking the musky scent. “Rahul, your armpits are driving me wild!” she murmurs. Rahul screams, “Mitu, suck my pits! I’m your tongue’s slave!”
She licks his neck, sucking his sweaty skin, biting his veins lightly. She moves to his muscular chest, her tongue circling his black nipples, sucking them hard. Rahul moans, “Mitu, suck my chest! My body’s melting!” She licks his flat stomach, her tongue plunging into his deep navel, sucking the sweaty skin. Rahul screams, “Mitu, eat my navel! You’re finishing me!”
Mitu lays Neela on the bed, parting her legs. Her tongue grazes Neela’s tight pussy, sucking her swollen clit, drinking her juices. She plunges her tongue inside, licking the walls, devouring the musky taste. “Neela, your pussy’s juice is honey on my tongue!” she murmurs. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my pussy! I’m melting!”
Mitu parts Neela’s round ass, her tongue diving deep into her tight hole, sucking the sweaty musk. She circles the rim, probing inside. Neela screams, “Mitu, suck my ass! You’re my queen!” Mitu sucks her ass cheeks, biting lightly, leaving red marks.
Mitu licks Neela’s medium breasts, her tongue circling her dark nipples, sucking them hard. She grabs Neela’s breasts, biting her nipples, making them swell. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my tits! I’m going mad!” Mitu licks Neela’s sweaty skin, drinking her musk.
She grabs Neela’s arms, licking her fair skin, sucking her fingers, her tongue weaving between them. “Neela, your fingers are flowers in my mouth!” she murmurs. Neela moans, “Mitu, suck my fingers! I’m melting!” Mitu licks Neela’s legs, sucking her toes, drinking the musky scent. Neela screams, “Mitu, eat my feet! You’re my paradise!”
Mitu lifts Neela’s arms, licking her sweaty armpits, sucking the soft skin. “Neela, your armpits are driving me wild!” she murmurs. Neela screams, “Mitu, suck my pits! I’m your slave!” Mitu licks Neela’s neck, biting her veins, then her flat stomach, plunging her tongue into her small navel. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my navel! You’re finishing me!”
Mitu lays Rahul and Neela side by side, her tongue roaming their bodies. She sucks Rahul’s cock, then licks Neela’s pussy, mixing their juices in her mouth. She licks Rahul’s ass, then Neela’s, devouring their musky scents. She licks their armpits, sucks their fingers and toes, her tongue claiming every inch. Rahul and Neela moan, “Mitu, you’re our goddess! Keep devouring us!”
Mitu’s tongue drives them wild. She sucks Rahul’s cock until his thick cum floods her mouth, swallowing greedily. She licks Neela’s pussy until she trembles, her juices spraying Mitu’s face. Mitu devours their asses, armpits, necks, and navels, their bodies drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.
They collapse, trembling, their faces slick with saliva and sweat. Mitu gasps, “Rahul, Neela, your bodies are my tongue’s paradise!” Neela laughs, “Mitu, you’re our queen! Your tongue enslaved us!” Rahul whispers, “Mitu, come back. We want to melt again!” Their moans and laughter fill the room.
After a brief rest, Neela sits up, her long black hair wet and clinging to her shoulders. Her fair skin glows in the candlelight, her round ass grinding against the bed. She smirks at Mitu, “Those two sluts you mentioned, Rita and Mili—who are they? Bring them one day. We’ll fuck them senseless.” Her voice drips with mischief, her eyes gleaming with greed.
Mitu laughs, her blue saree lying on the floor. She leans back on the bed, her fair skin glowing, her voice sultry. “Rita and Mili? They’re my alley sisters, but their bodies burn like yours. Their cocks are hard, dripping with juice, their asses tight. Bring them here, and this bedroom will collapse.” She tosses her hair back, her eyes twinkling. To Rahul, she says, “Rita’s cock is pink, veins bulging, and Mili’s is thick, the head dripping. Play with them, and you’ll both go mad.”
Rahul startles, his muscular chest glistening. “Really? They have cocks? I need to see it!” His half-hard cock leaves a wet spot on the sheets. He grins, “I’ll fuck their asses, and Neela will suck their cocks.” His voice trembles with excitement, his cock hardening again.
Mitu laughs, “You’re right, Rahul. I stroked Mili’s cock—it was so thick my mouth couldn’t take it. I licked the pink head, dripping with juice. Rita’s cock? Hard, veined, I went mad sucking it.” She runs her tongue over her lips, winking at them.
Neela sets down her wine glass, her fair skin shimmering with sweat. “Then we must have them here. I’ll take Rita’s cock in my pussy, suck Mili’s. Rahul, you’ll fuck their asses. The four of us will set this room ablaze.” Her pussy drips as she speaks, her ass grinding against the bed.
Rahul laughs, stroking his cock. “Absolutely! If their cocks are that good, I’ll pound their asses, and Neela will suck them dry. We’ll wreck this bedroom.” His cock stands fully erect, dripping with precum.
Mitu begins to dress, her slim body wrapped in the saree, her fair skin and tight ass peeking through. She braids her hair, wiping her sweaty forehead. “Alright, Rahul, Neela. I’ll bring Rita and Mili. Get ready—their cocks and asses will drive you wild.” She applies lipstick, smirking in the mirror.
Rahul pulls out a leather wallet, handing Mitu a thick stack of cash. “This is for you, Mitu. You made our night insane.” Mitu pockets the cash, grinning, “Thanks, Rahul. Next time will be even wilder.” Neela laughs, “Mitu, you’re our queen. Come back soon.”
Mitu adjusts her saree, slips on her heels, and leaves. Rahul and Neela lie on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and juices. Mitu steps into the dark alley, cash in her pocket, a sensual smile on her lips. As she walks, she thinks of the next game with Rita and Mili, dirtier than ever. The night air carries her scent, the darkness swallowing her.
Mili’s Filthy Encounter
The evening alley is cloaked in shadows, heavy with the scent of lust. After Rita leaves, Mili stands alone in a corner, her tight green salwar kameez hugging her thick curves. Her five-inch cock, thick and swollen, strains against the fabric, her round ass swaying.
Another customer approaches. Arif, a 45-year-old teacher, enters the alley, his gray hair and lean frame betraying a mix of guilt and desire in his eyes. He seeks Mitu but secretly craves Mili and Rita, his target tonight Mili’s thick cock and soft ass. He offers a shy smile, “Mili, I’ve heard so much about you. I want to be with you tonight.” Mili’s thick lips curl into a sensual grin, “Arif, you’ll taste my thick cock, but be ready—I’ll drive you mad!”
They enter a small, dingy hotel nearby. In the dimly lit room, the faded sheets cast shadows, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cum, juices, and raw sex. Mili strips off her kameez, her five-inch cock standing rigid, dripping with precum, her soft, thick ass trembling, her breasts swaying, nipples hard and swollen. Arif sheds his shirt and pants, his six-inch cock erect, balls hanging low, his eyes a mix of guilt and feral lust. Their moans and filthy words echo off the walls.
Mili sits on the bed, her thick cock pointing at Arif. He kneels, his lean hands stroking her swollen veins, his eyes burning with desire. “Mili, I know this is wrong, but your thick cock and soft ass drive me insane. I want to suck your cock, fuck your ass, and lose myself!” he whispers, voice trembling.
Mili smirks, running her fingers through his hair. “Arif, I’ll fuck your guilt away with my thick cock! Suck it, drink my juice, and shove your cock in my soft ass. I’ll make you mad!”
Arif’s tongue grazes Mili’s thick cockhead, sucking her precum. “Mili, your cock’s so thick, it won’t fit in my mouth, but I can’t resist your taste!” he murmurs. Mili laughs, “Arif, lick it, suck it! My cock’s swollen for your mouth!” Arif’s tongue swirls over the head, pressing the veins, drinking her juices. He takes her massive balls in his mouth, his tongue circling their sweaty skin, her cum’s scent dizzying him. Mili moans, “Arif, suck my balls! My cum’s for your mouth!”
Mili lays Arif on the bed, taking his six-inch cock in her mouth. Her thick lips seal around the head, her tongue grinding the veins, sucking his precum. She sucks his small balls, her tongue circling their soft skin. Arif moans, “Mili, suck my cock! I’m going mad!”
Arif, licking Mili’s cockhead, whispers, “Oh, Mili, your thick cock is so hard, so massive! The veins are swollen, the head slick with juice! I want it in my mouth, but it’s so thick it’ll split me! Your salty juice is setting my tongue on fire! I’ll suck your cock, drink your cum, and you’ll fuck my ass with your thick cock! I’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart, spill your thick cum in me!’ I want to fuck your soft ass, and you’ll scream, ‘Arif, tear my ass apart!’ Last month, I fucked a girl’s ass, but your thick cock and soft ass make my cock burst!”
Mili, trembling under Arif’s tongue, moans, “Oh, Arif, you’re my thick cock’s slave! Suck it, drink my juice! My cock in your mouth will make you scream, ‘Mili, your cock’s splitting my mouth!’ I’ll fuck your tight ass with my thick cock, and you’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart, fill me with your hot cum!’ You want to fuck my soft ass? I’ll take your cock and scream, ‘Arif, tear my soft ass, let your cum drip!’ Last week, a customer fled in fear of my thick cock. Arif, suck it, drink my cum, and I’ll fuck your ass till you’re mad!”
Arif’s tongue swirls over Mili’s thick cockhead, pressing the veins, drinking her juices. He sucks her massive balls, his tongue circling their sweaty skin, her cum’s scent overwhelming. “Mili, your balls are so big, so salty! I’ll suck them till your cum spills! Your thick cock won’t fit my mouth, but I’m mad for your juice! Fuck my ass with your thick cock, I’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart!’ I’ll fuck your soft ass, and you’ll scream, ‘Arif, tear my ass!’ Your thick ass’s scent will drive me wild, I’ll lick it clean!”
Mili, grinding her cock in Arif’s mouth, moans, “Oh, Arif, you’re splitting my cock with your sucking! Suck it, drink my cum! I’ll fuck your tight ass with my thick cock, and you’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass, spill your thick cum!’ You want to lick my soft ass? I’ll take your tongue and scream, ‘Arif, eat my ass, suck my hole!’ Fuck my ass, and I’ll scream, ‘Arif, rip my ass apart!’ Last month, a customer licked my ass, but you’ll fuck it till I’m mad!”
Mili lays Arif on the bed, parting his lean ass. Her tongue plunges into his tight hole, sucking the musky sweat and filth. Arif screams, “Mili, eat my ass! You’re finishing me!” Mili forces Arif to his knees, his lean ass raised. She rubs her five-inch cock against his hole, the thick head pressing against his tight rim. She slides in slowly, Arif’s ass stretching to take her. He screams, “Mili, your cock’s too thick, it’s splitting my ass!” Mili thrusts gently, her cock half-buried, but after two thrusts, Arif crumples in pain, crying, “Mili, pull out, it’s too thick!” Mili laughs, pulling out, his hole gaping and trembling. “Arif, you’ll take my cock. Try again!”
Mili licks his hole, wetting it, and slides in again. Arif moans, “Mili, shove it in, I want your cock!” She thrusts hard, her balls slapping his ass, but after three thrusts, Arif screams, “Mili, pull out, I can’t!” Mili pulls out, his hole red and swollen. She slaps his ass, laughing, “Arif, your ass was made for my cock. One more try!”
Mili lays Arif on his back, lifting his legs. She slides her thick cock in slowly, going deeper. Arif moans, “Mili, I can take it now, fuck me!” She thrusts hard, her cock plunging deep, their sweat mixing. Arif grabs Mili’s thick breasts, sucking her swollen nipples. After five thrusts, Arif screams, “Mili, pull out, your cock’s ripping my ass!” Mili pulls out, his hole gaping. She laughs, “Arif, you’re mad for my cock, but your ass is fighting me!”
With Arif’s ass sore, Mili shifts to oral pleasure. Arif tries to take her thick cock in his mouth, his tongue swirling over the head, grinding the veins. He sucks her massive balls, drinking their musky scent. “Mili, I can’t take your cock in my ass, but I’ll suck your juice!” he murmurs. Mili moans, “Arif, suck my cock, drink my cum!” Arif parts Mili’s thick ass, his tongue plunging into her tight hole, sucking the musky filth. Mili screams, “Arif, eat my ass!”
Mili sucks Arif’s six-inch cock, her tongue swirling over the head, drinking his precum. She licks his tight ass, her tongue circling his hole. Arif moans, “Mili, lick my ass! Your tongue soothes my pain!” Mili slides a finger into his hole, his ass gripping it. Arif trembles, “Mili, ready my ass, I want your cock again!”
Mili lays Arif on his side, lifting one leg. She slides her thick cock in, wetting his hole first. Arif moans, “Mili, I can take it, fuck me!” She thrusts hard, her cock plunging deep, their sweat mixing. She strokes Arif’s cock, his juices coating her hand. Arif sucks her nipples, biting them gently. After a few thrusts, Arif screams, “Mili, pull out, I can’t!” Mili pulls out, his hole trembling. She laughs, “Arif, your ass loves my cock but fights it!”
Mili licks Arif’s hole, soothing it, sucking the musky filth. Arif licks her thick ass, his tongue plunging deep, drinking her scent. They stroke each other’s cocks, their juices mixing. Mili slides two fingers into Arif’s ass, stretching him. Arif moans, “Mili, ready my ass, I want your cock!”
Mili positions Arif on his knees again, sliding her thick cock in. Arif, despite the pain, craves it. She thrusts hard, her cock plunging deep. Arif screams, “Mili, rip my ass apart! I want your cock!” Mili moans, her thick, hot cum flooding Arif’s ass, spilling onto the sheets. Arif strokes his cock, his cum spraying over Mili’s breasts. Mili licks his ass, drinking her own cum. Arif sucks her cock, licking her cum. They collapse, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and juices.
Arif gasps, “Mili, your thick cock ripped my ass, but I’ll keep trying!” Mili laughs, “Arif, your tight ass is my cock’s paradise. Come back, I’ll teach you to take it!” Their moans and laughter fill the room, the air thick with their filthy lust.
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