22-02-2026, 12:09 PM
The Cameraman walked back toward my wife and me, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his eyes fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood close to me on the maroon leather sofa.
He stopped in front of us, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his voice low and confident.
"My baby... I have a plan... the plan is simple... I know you don’t want to sleep with them and get fucked... you don’t want Giridhar Sir and the boys to have your pussy... to make you moan... to cum inside you... I understand... but they are desperate... their cocks are throbbing... they will fuck you at any cost," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing harder in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs inside her white bra, his voice thick with pervert excitement.
He continued, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice dropping lower.
"To not get fucked... here is the plan... Giridhar Sir and the boys will be naked in the bedroom... waiting for you... you must go in... tease them... tempt them... stroke their cocks... suck their cocks... do whatever it takes... make them cum... make them spill their cum... before they can fuck you... if you make them cum first... they will be done... you will be safe... no fucking... no pussy for them... just your hands... your mouth... your teasing... make them cum... and you win," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing violently in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra, his breathing heavier.
My naive wife listened, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her large dark eyes widening with sudden hope, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks relaxing slightly, a small smile forming on her lips as she felt victory already.
"I can easily handle the boys... they always wanted me to stroke their cocks... or suck their cocks... I will make them cum... I will tease them... make them spill... and Giridhar Sir... I can easily make him cum too... I will do it... I will win... we will win... I can feel victory already," she said, her voice innocent and confident, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling less under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood straighter, her large dark eyes shining with naive determination.
The Cameraman walked back toward my wife and me, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his eyes fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood close to me on the maroon leather sofa.
He stopped in front of us, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his voice low and naughty, a pervert glint in his eyes.
"My baby... tell daddy... do you like cocks? Other man’s cock? Do you get excited thinking about them... hard... throbbing... ready for you?" the Cameraman asked, his cock throbbing harder in his black pants, his voice teasing and filthy, his eyes on her boobs over her white bra.
My wife blushed deeply, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her large dark eyes glancing at me shyly, then back at him, her voice soft and innocent.
"No daddy... I only want Rajesh’s cock... not anybody’s cock... only my husband’s cock... only his... I love only him," she said, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously, her boobs heaving over her white bra, her cheeks flushed scarlet.
The Cameraman smiled naughtily, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice low and coaxing.
"Don’t feel shy, my baby... daddy is asking to make you feel horny... before going to the bedroom... feel free to say... your husband won’t mind... he loves you... he wants you excited... tell daddy... what kind of cocks you like... be honest... daddy will keep it between us," he said, his cock pulsing harder, his eyes dark with pervert lust, his breathing heavier.
My wife looked at me, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes searching mine for permission, seeing no anger, only helpless love and fear, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she gathered courage.
She looked back at the Cameraman, her voice soft and hesitant, her mouth beginning to water, her lips parting slightly, her large dark eyes glazing with sudden heat.
"Sometimes... I watch porn... and I see cocks... different cocks... some long and thin... some short and thick... some curved upward... some straight... some with big heads... some with thick veins... some smooth... some bumpy... some with heavy balls... some with tight balls... I like cocks that are thick... really thick... so thick my fingers can’t close around them... cocks that stretch my mouth when I suck them... cocks that fill my hands completely... cocks that throb hard... leak precum... cocks that look powerful... ready to fuck... cocks that make my pussy wet just looking at them... cocks that make my mouth water... like now... I can feel my mouth watering... thinking about thick cocks... big cocks... hard cocks... I get horny thinking about them... but I only want Rajesh’s cock... only his... but yes... I like thick cocks... very thick cocks... they make me feel... excited," she said, her voice trembling with naughty honesty, her mouth watering visibly, her lips glistening, her boobs heaving faster inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy mound outlined softly through the maroon panties and yellow petticoat, her large dark eyes glazing with heat, her body trembling with arousal, victory and lust mixing in her expression as she confessed, feeling the thrill already.
I stood there, my heart pounding with helpless rage and twisted arousal, my cock hard inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, watching my wife confess her horny thoughts, her mouth watering, her body trembling, my balls aching with angry fear and sick excitement in the luxurious living room.
The Cameraman looked at my wife, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice soft and reassuring as he stood close to her.
"My baby... don’t feel nervous... you are in control now... you decide how far they go... daddy is with you... we are going to the bedroom... come... hold daddy’s hand," he said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his hand reaching for hers.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes still teary but trusting, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat. The Cameraman held her hand gently, his fingers interlacing with hers, and started walking toward the bedroom, pulling her along slowly, his cock throbbing against his black pants as he felt her warmth beside him. I followed close behind, my heart pounding with helpless rage and fear, my cock hard inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, watching them walk hand in hand.
We entered the bedroom — it was big and luxurious, a massive king-size bed in the center with white silk sheets gleaming softly, soft golden lights glowing from wall sconces, thick velvet curtains framing tall windows, a plush carpet underfoot, a crystal chandelier overhead casting warm sparkles, mirrors on one wall reflecting every angle, a faint scent of expensive cologne lingering, the room screaming wealth and hidden sin.
Giridhar Sir and the boys were already waiting inside, naked, their cocks hard and throbbing the moment they saw my wife in her white bra and yellow petticoat, their eyes devouring her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her navel deep and exposed, her pussy mound outlined softly through the maroon panties and yellow petticoat, her ass cheeks round and full under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs trembling, their cocks standing straight, leaking precum, their breathing heavy, their lust overwhelming.
The Cameraman stopped in the center of the room, still holding my wife’s hand, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice strict.
"One more condition... only one man can touch Sudha at a time... no crowding... one by one... agree," the Cameraman said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys.
Giridhar Sir and the boys nodded eagerly, no words, their cocks throbbing hard, their eyes locked on my wife’s boobs and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy, desperate to start.
The Cameraman turned to my wife, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his hands moving to her yellow petticoat waistband. He untied the drawstring bow on the right side slowly, his fingers lingering on her hips, then eased the yellow petticoat down her wide hips, the yellow petticoat gliding slowly over her plump ass cheeks, sliding down her thick juicy thighs, the yellow petticoat whispering against her skin as it lowered, revealing her maroon panties hugging her pussy mound and ass cheeks, the maroon panties tight against her curves, her pussy mound plump and outlined through the maroon panties, her ass cheeks round and full in the maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs completely exposed, her navel deep and sexy, her body now only in white bra and maroon panties, stunningly hot and fuckable, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her hips flaring wide, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly as the yellow petticoat dropped to her ankles, her thick juicy thighs trembling, every inch of her glowing with erotic beauty.
He leaned close to her ear, his cock throbbing in his black pants against her hip, his voice a filthy whisper.
"My baby... target the boys one by one... tease them... make them cum... you can do this... daddy believes in you," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear, his hand squeezing her ass cheeks over her maroon panties one last time.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes determined, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stepped forward.
She picked Karthik first, her boobs bouncing inside her white bra as she walked toward him, her navel deep and exposed, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties, her ass cheeks jiggling under her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together, her large dark eyes locked on his throbbing cock, her mouth watering, her body trembling with nervous excitement as she approached him in the luxurious bedroom.
My wife walked toward Karthik slowly, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly with each step, her navel deep and exposed, her large dark eyes locked on his throbbing cock, her mouth watering as she neared him, her body trembling with nervous excitement.
She stopped in front of him, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her pussy mound outlined softly through her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching under her maroon panties. She reached out slowly, her hand wrapping around his hard cock, grabbing his cock firmly, her fingers squeezing his cock gently, stroking his cock up and down slowly, her palm gliding over his cock head, feeling his cock throb in her hand, precum leaking from his cock tip onto her fingers, her mouth watering more as she stroked his cock harder, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she leaned closer, teasing him with slow, sensual strokes of his cock.
Giridhar Sir entered the bedroom suddenly, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes on my wife stroking Karthik’s cock, anger and lust flashing across his face.
"Sudha... stop... I love you... I want to enjoy you first... I need you... let me fuck you first... I can’t wait... please... I love you," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing hard in his trousers, his voice desperate and possessive.
My wife looked at Giridhar Sir, her hand still stroking Karthik’s cock slowly, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes teasing.
"Sir... you were violent... you slapped me... threatened me... you scared me... why should I let you fuck me first? You don’t deserve it," she said softly, her voice playful and teasing, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stroked Karthik’s cock harder, her mouth watering, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties.
Giridhar Sir dropped to his knees again, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice pleading.
"Sudha... I am sorry... I apologized already... I was wrong... I only want to make love to you... to hold you... to feel you... to fuck you gently... please... forgive me... let me enjoy you first... I beg you," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing hard, his eyes desperate.
My wife smiled slightly, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her hand still stroking Karthik’s cock slowly, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties.
"Okay sir... I will let you make love to me... but only one condition... you must not cum inside my pussy... pull out... cum outside... promise me," she said, her voice firm but teasing, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties.
Giridhar Sir looked up at her desperately, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Please Sudha... I want to cum inside your pussy... fill you... please... let me cum inside... I beg you," Giridhar Sir begged, his cock throbbing hard, his voice pleading.
My wife shook her head, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes strict.
"No sir... promise me... no cumming inside my pussy... or I won’t let you fuck me," she said, her voice teasing, her thick juicy thighs shifting under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks clenching.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"I promise... I will not cum inside your pussy... I will pull out... I promise... please... let me fuck you," Giridhar Sir said, his voice thick with lust and desperation.
The Cameraman joined them, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice calm.
"I will watch... make sure he doesn’t cum inside your pussy... I will be close... daddy will protect you," the Cameraman said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra.
Giridhar Sir stood up, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his arms opening.
He hugged my wife tightly, wrapping his arms around her waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her close, his cock pressing hard against her belly through his trousers, his hands grabbing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them possessively, his face burying in her hair, breathing heavy with lust.
"Sudha... I want to enjoy you alone... please... let daddy watch... but let me have you first... alone," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing against her belly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks over her yellow petticoat.
The Cameraman nodded, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Okay... daddy will watch close... make sure he doesn’t cum inside your pussy... enjoy her... but remember your promise," the Cameraman said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs inside her white bra.
Giridhar Sir stepped close to my wife, his cock throbbing hard in his trousers, his hands grabbing her waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her against him tightly, his fingers digging into her soft hips through the yellow petticoat, feeling the warmth of her hips, his palms squeezing her hips possessively, savoring how her hips flared wide in his grip, his cock pressing urgently against her belly through his trousers.
He leaned in slowly, his face inches from hers, his breath hot on her lips. He kissed her lips gently at first, his lips pressing against her soft lips, tasting her sweetness, his tongue flicking out to lick her lower lip slowly, teasing her mouth open, his cock throbbing harder against her belly as he deepened the kiss, his lips sucking her lower lip, then her upper lip, his tongue sliding into her mouth, exploring her tongue, swirling slowly, tasting her, his hands squeezing her hips over the yellow petticoat, pulling her closer, his cock grinding against her belly, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
My wife stood stiff at first, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks clenching, trying to control herself, her large dark eyes closing tightly, her lips resisting, her body tense as Giridhar Sir kissed her, his tongue pushing deeper into her mouth, his hands squeezing her hips harder, his cock throbbing against her belly, his enjoyment clear in his low groans, his lips devouring hers, sucking her tongue, tasting every inch of her mouth.
The Cameraman moved silently behind my wife, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his body pressing close against her back, his chest against her shoulders, his hands sliding down her back over her white bra straps, fingers gliding slowly along her spine, then lower to her lower back, his palms roaming over her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing her plump ass cheeks gently.
His left hand eased lower, sliding inside the back of her maroon panties from behind, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her maroon panties, gliding down between her plump ass cheeks, feeling the warm space between her ass cheeks, his fingertips rubbing slowly along the skin between her ass cheeks, teasing her asshole lightly, circling the tight ring of her asshole, his fingers spreading her ass cheeks gently, exploring the space inside her maroon panties, his palm pressing against her ass cheeks from inside, kneading her ass cheeks slowly, his middle finger rubbing up and down her ass crack inside her maroon panties, feeling the heat of her asshole, his cock throbbing violently in his black pants against her lower back, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt her ass cheeks clench around his hand inside her maroon panties, savoring her warmth, her tightness, her vulnerability, his pervert lust growing with every touch.
Only then, with the Cameraman’s fingers rubbing her asshole inside her maroon panties, her ass cheeks clenching around his hand, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her maroon panties, her body reacted instantly — a sudden shiver ran through her, her boobs heaving faster inside her white bra, her nipples hardening more inside the white bra cups, her pussy lips swelling and parting slightly inside her maroon panties, her clit throbbing hard under her maroon panties, her pussy getting wetter, her pussy juices soaking her maroon panties crotch, her asshole clenching tighter around the Cameraman’s finger inside her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling violently, her plump ass cheeks relaxing and clenching around his hand, her boobs rising and falling rapidly inside her white bra, her large dark eyes fluttering open, glazing with intense heat, her mouth watering more, her lips parting wider, her tongue pushing back against Giridhar Sir’s tongue, kissing his lips harder, sucking his tongue deeper, her boobs pressing against his chest over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as the Cameraman’s fingers teased her asshole inside her maroon panties, her pussy mound wet and swollen inside her maroon panties, her navel deep and exposed, her hips rocking slightly against Giridhar Sir, losing control completely, moaning softly into his mouth, her body trembling with overwhelming arousal, her pussy dripping inside her maroon panties, her clit throbbing hard, her asshole clenching rhythmically around the Cameraman’s finger, her thick juicy thighs quivering, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing around his hand, her boobs heaving faster inside her white bra, her large dark eyes hazy with lust, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body on fire with sudden, uncontrollable need.
She pulled back slightly from Giridhar Sir’s kiss, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes hazy with lust, her lips glistening from the kiss, her voice breathy and shaky, the Cameraman’s hand still inside her maroon panties, rubbing her ass cheeks and teasing her asshole.
"Sir... promise me again... you won’t cum inside my pussy... pull out... promise me... please," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks clenching around the Cameraman’s hand inside her maroon panties, her boobs rising and falling rapidly inside her white bra, her mouth still watering from the kiss, her pussy dripping inside her maroon panties.
Giridhar Sir looked at her, his cock throbbing hard in his trousers against her belly, his voice thick with lust.
"I promise... I won’t cum inside your pussy... I will pull out... I promise... I just want to fuck you... feel you... make you cum," Giridhar Sir said, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands squeezing her hips over her yellow petticoat, his eyes dark with desire.
The Cameraman stood close, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his left hand still inside her maroon panties, rubbing her ass cheeks and teasing her asshole, his voice calm.
"I will watch... make sure he keeps his promise... daddy is here... daddy will protect you," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his fingers squeezing her ass cheeks inside her maroon panties, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure.
He stopped in front of us, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his voice low and confident.
"My baby... I have a plan... the plan is simple... I know you don’t want to sleep with them and get fucked... you don’t want Giridhar Sir and the boys to have your pussy... to make you moan... to cum inside you... I understand... but they are desperate... their cocks are throbbing... they will fuck you at any cost," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing harder in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs inside her white bra, his voice thick with pervert excitement.
He continued, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice dropping lower.
"To not get fucked... here is the plan... Giridhar Sir and the boys will be naked in the bedroom... waiting for you... you must go in... tease them... tempt them... stroke their cocks... suck their cocks... do whatever it takes... make them cum... make them spill their cum... before they can fuck you... if you make them cum first... they will be done... you will be safe... no fucking... no pussy for them... just your hands... your mouth... your teasing... make them cum... and you win," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing violently in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra, his breathing heavier.
My naive wife listened, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her large dark eyes widening with sudden hope, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks relaxing slightly, a small smile forming on her lips as she felt victory already.
"I can easily handle the boys... they always wanted me to stroke their cocks... or suck their cocks... I will make them cum... I will tease them... make them spill... and Giridhar Sir... I can easily make him cum too... I will do it... I will win... we will win... I can feel victory already," she said, her voice innocent and confident, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling less under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood straighter, her large dark eyes shining with naive determination.
The Cameraman walked back toward my wife and me, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his eyes fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood close to me on the maroon leather sofa.
He stopped in front of us, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his voice low and naughty, a pervert glint in his eyes.
"My baby... tell daddy... do you like cocks? Other man’s cock? Do you get excited thinking about them... hard... throbbing... ready for you?" the Cameraman asked, his cock throbbing harder in his black pants, his voice teasing and filthy, his eyes on her boobs over her white bra.
My wife blushed deeply, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her large dark eyes glancing at me shyly, then back at him, her voice soft and innocent.
"No daddy... I only want Rajesh’s cock... not anybody’s cock... only my husband’s cock... only his... I love only him," she said, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously, her boobs heaving over her white bra, her cheeks flushed scarlet.
The Cameraman smiled naughtily, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice low and coaxing.
"Don’t feel shy, my baby... daddy is asking to make you feel horny... before going to the bedroom... feel free to say... your husband won’t mind... he loves you... he wants you excited... tell daddy... what kind of cocks you like... be honest... daddy will keep it between us," he said, his cock pulsing harder, his eyes dark with pervert lust, his breathing heavier.
My wife looked at me, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes searching mine for permission, seeing no anger, only helpless love and fear, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she gathered courage.
She looked back at the Cameraman, her voice soft and hesitant, her mouth beginning to water, her lips parting slightly, her large dark eyes glazing with sudden heat.
"Sometimes... I watch porn... and I see cocks... different cocks... some long and thin... some short and thick... some curved upward... some straight... some with big heads... some with thick veins... some smooth... some bumpy... some with heavy balls... some with tight balls... I like cocks that are thick... really thick... so thick my fingers can’t close around them... cocks that stretch my mouth when I suck them... cocks that fill my hands completely... cocks that throb hard... leak precum... cocks that look powerful... ready to fuck... cocks that make my pussy wet just looking at them... cocks that make my mouth water... like now... I can feel my mouth watering... thinking about thick cocks... big cocks... hard cocks... I get horny thinking about them... but I only want Rajesh’s cock... only his... but yes... I like thick cocks... very thick cocks... they make me feel... excited," she said, her voice trembling with naughty honesty, her mouth watering visibly, her lips glistening, her boobs heaving faster inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy mound outlined softly through the maroon panties and yellow petticoat, her large dark eyes glazing with heat, her body trembling with arousal, victory and lust mixing in her expression as she confessed, feeling the thrill already.
I stood there, my heart pounding with helpless rage and twisted arousal, my cock hard inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, watching my wife confess her horny thoughts, her mouth watering, her body trembling, my balls aching with angry fear and sick excitement in the luxurious living room.
The Cameraman looked at my wife, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice soft and reassuring as he stood close to her.
"My baby... don’t feel nervous... you are in control now... you decide how far they go... daddy is with you... we are going to the bedroom... come... hold daddy’s hand," he said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his hand reaching for hers.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes still teary but trusting, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat. The Cameraman held her hand gently, his fingers interlacing with hers, and started walking toward the bedroom, pulling her along slowly, his cock throbbing against his black pants as he felt her warmth beside him. I followed close behind, my heart pounding with helpless rage and fear, my cock hard inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, watching them walk hand in hand.
We entered the bedroom — it was big and luxurious, a massive king-size bed in the center with white silk sheets gleaming softly, soft golden lights glowing from wall sconces, thick velvet curtains framing tall windows, a plush carpet underfoot, a crystal chandelier overhead casting warm sparkles, mirrors on one wall reflecting every angle, a faint scent of expensive cologne lingering, the room screaming wealth and hidden sin.
Giridhar Sir and the boys were already waiting inside, naked, their cocks hard and throbbing the moment they saw my wife in her white bra and yellow petticoat, their eyes devouring her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her navel deep and exposed, her pussy mound outlined softly through the maroon panties and yellow petticoat, her ass cheeks round and full under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs trembling, their cocks standing straight, leaking precum, their breathing heavy, their lust overwhelming.
The Cameraman stopped in the center of the room, still holding my wife’s hand, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice strict.
"One more condition... only one man can touch Sudha at a time... no crowding... one by one... agree," the Cameraman said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys.
Giridhar Sir and the boys nodded eagerly, no words, their cocks throbbing hard, their eyes locked on my wife’s boobs and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy, desperate to start.
The Cameraman turned to my wife, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his hands moving to her yellow petticoat waistband. He untied the drawstring bow on the right side slowly, his fingers lingering on her hips, then eased the yellow petticoat down her wide hips, the yellow petticoat gliding slowly over her plump ass cheeks, sliding down her thick juicy thighs, the yellow petticoat whispering against her skin as it lowered, revealing her maroon panties hugging her pussy mound and ass cheeks, the maroon panties tight against her curves, her pussy mound plump and outlined through the maroon panties, her ass cheeks round and full in the maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs completely exposed, her navel deep and sexy, her body now only in white bra and maroon panties, stunningly hot and fuckable, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her hips flaring wide, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly as the yellow petticoat dropped to her ankles, her thick juicy thighs trembling, every inch of her glowing with erotic beauty.
He leaned close to her ear, his cock throbbing in his black pants against her hip, his voice a filthy whisper.
"My baby... target the boys one by one... tease them... make them cum... you can do this... daddy believes in you," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear, his hand squeezing her ass cheeks over her maroon panties one last time.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes determined, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stepped forward.
She picked Karthik first, her boobs bouncing inside her white bra as she walked toward him, her navel deep and exposed, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties, her ass cheeks jiggling under her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together, her large dark eyes locked on his throbbing cock, her mouth watering, her body trembling with nervous excitement as she approached him in the luxurious bedroom.
My wife walked toward Karthik slowly, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly with each step, her navel deep and exposed, her large dark eyes locked on his throbbing cock, her mouth watering as she neared him, her body trembling with nervous excitement.
She stopped in front of him, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her pussy mound outlined softly through her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching under her maroon panties. She reached out slowly, her hand wrapping around his hard cock, grabbing his cock firmly, her fingers squeezing his cock gently, stroking his cock up and down slowly, her palm gliding over his cock head, feeling his cock throb in her hand, precum leaking from his cock tip onto her fingers, her mouth watering more as she stroked his cock harder, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she leaned closer, teasing him with slow, sensual strokes of his cock.
Giridhar Sir entered the bedroom suddenly, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes on my wife stroking Karthik’s cock, anger and lust flashing across his face.
"Sudha... stop... I love you... I want to enjoy you first... I need you... let me fuck you first... I can’t wait... please... I love you," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing hard in his trousers, his voice desperate and possessive.
My wife looked at Giridhar Sir, her hand still stroking Karthik’s cock slowly, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes teasing.
"Sir... you were violent... you slapped me... threatened me... you scared me... why should I let you fuck me first? You don’t deserve it," she said softly, her voice playful and teasing, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stroked Karthik’s cock harder, her mouth watering, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties.
Giridhar Sir dropped to his knees again, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice pleading.
"Sudha... I am sorry... I apologized already... I was wrong... I only want to make love to you... to hold you... to feel you... to fuck you gently... please... forgive me... let me enjoy you first... I beg you," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing hard, his eyes desperate.
My wife smiled slightly, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her hand still stroking Karthik’s cock slowly, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties.
"Okay sir... I will let you make love to me... but only one condition... you must not cum inside my pussy... pull out... cum outside... promise me," she said, her voice firm but teasing, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties.
Giridhar Sir looked up at her desperately, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Please Sudha... I want to cum inside your pussy... fill you... please... let me cum inside... I beg you," Giridhar Sir begged, his cock throbbing hard, his voice pleading.
My wife shook her head, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes strict.
"No sir... promise me... no cumming inside my pussy... or I won’t let you fuck me," she said, her voice teasing, her thick juicy thighs shifting under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks clenching.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"I promise... I will not cum inside your pussy... I will pull out... I promise... please... let me fuck you," Giridhar Sir said, his voice thick with lust and desperation.
The Cameraman joined them, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice calm.
"I will watch... make sure he doesn’t cum inside your pussy... I will be close... daddy will protect you," the Cameraman said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra.
Giridhar Sir stood up, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his arms opening.
He hugged my wife tightly, wrapping his arms around her waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her close, his cock pressing hard against her belly through his trousers, his hands grabbing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them possessively, his face burying in her hair, breathing heavy with lust.
"Sudha... I want to enjoy you alone... please... let daddy watch... but let me have you first... alone," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing against her belly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks over her yellow petticoat.
The Cameraman nodded, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Okay... daddy will watch close... make sure he doesn’t cum inside your pussy... enjoy her... but remember your promise," the Cameraman said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs inside her white bra.
Giridhar Sir stepped close to my wife, his cock throbbing hard in his trousers, his hands grabbing her waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her against him tightly, his fingers digging into her soft hips through the yellow petticoat, feeling the warmth of her hips, his palms squeezing her hips possessively, savoring how her hips flared wide in his grip, his cock pressing urgently against her belly through his trousers.
He leaned in slowly, his face inches from hers, his breath hot on her lips. He kissed her lips gently at first, his lips pressing against her soft lips, tasting her sweetness, his tongue flicking out to lick her lower lip slowly, teasing her mouth open, his cock throbbing harder against her belly as he deepened the kiss, his lips sucking her lower lip, then her upper lip, his tongue sliding into her mouth, exploring her tongue, swirling slowly, tasting her, his hands squeezing her hips over the yellow petticoat, pulling her closer, his cock grinding against her belly, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
My wife stood stiff at first, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks clenching, trying to control herself, her large dark eyes closing tightly, her lips resisting, her body tense as Giridhar Sir kissed her, his tongue pushing deeper into her mouth, his hands squeezing her hips harder, his cock throbbing against her belly, his enjoyment clear in his low groans, his lips devouring hers, sucking her tongue, tasting every inch of her mouth.
The Cameraman moved silently behind my wife, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his body pressing close against her back, his chest against her shoulders, his hands sliding down her back over her white bra straps, fingers gliding slowly along her spine, then lower to her lower back, his palms roaming over her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing her plump ass cheeks gently.
His left hand eased lower, sliding inside the back of her maroon panties from behind, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her maroon panties, gliding down between her plump ass cheeks, feeling the warm space between her ass cheeks, his fingertips rubbing slowly along the skin between her ass cheeks, teasing her asshole lightly, circling the tight ring of her asshole, his fingers spreading her ass cheeks gently, exploring the space inside her maroon panties, his palm pressing against her ass cheeks from inside, kneading her ass cheeks slowly, his middle finger rubbing up and down her ass crack inside her maroon panties, feeling the heat of her asshole, his cock throbbing violently in his black pants against her lower back, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt her ass cheeks clench around his hand inside her maroon panties, savoring her warmth, her tightness, her vulnerability, his pervert lust growing with every touch.
Only then, with the Cameraman’s fingers rubbing her asshole inside her maroon panties, her ass cheeks clenching around his hand, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her maroon panties, her body reacted instantly — a sudden shiver ran through her, her boobs heaving faster inside her white bra, her nipples hardening more inside the white bra cups, her pussy lips swelling and parting slightly inside her maroon panties, her clit throbbing hard under her maroon panties, her pussy getting wetter, her pussy juices soaking her maroon panties crotch, her asshole clenching tighter around the Cameraman’s finger inside her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling violently, her plump ass cheeks relaxing and clenching around his hand, her boobs rising and falling rapidly inside her white bra, her large dark eyes fluttering open, glazing with intense heat, her mouth watering more, her lips parting wider, her tongue pushing back against Giridhar Sir’s tongue, kissing his lips harder, sucking his tongue deeper, her boobs pressing against his chest over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as the Cameraman’s fingers teased her asshole inside her maroon panties, her pussy mound wet and swollen inside her maroon panties, her navel deep and exposed, her hips rocking slightly against Giridhar Sir, losing control completely, moaning softly into his mouth, her body trembling with overwhelming arousal, her pussy dripping inside her maroon panties, her clit throbbing hard, her asshole clenching rhythmically around the Cameraman’s finger, her thick juicy thighs quivering, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing around his hand, her boobs heaving faster inside her white bra, her large dark eyes hazy with lust, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body on fire with sudden, uncontrollable need.
She pulled back slightly from Giridhar Sir’s kiss, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes hazy with lust, her lips glistening from the kiss, her voice breathy and shaky, the Cameraman’s hand still inside her maroon panties, rubbing her ass cheeks and teasing her asshole.
"Sir... promise me again... you won’t cum inside my pussy... pull out... promise me... please," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks clenching around the Cameraman’s hand inside her maroon panties, her boobs rising and falling rapidly inside her white bra, her mouth still watering from the kiss, her pussy dripping inside her maroon panties.
Giridhar Sir looked at her, his cock throbbing hard in his trousers against her belly, his voice thick with lust.
"I promise... I won’t cum inside your pussy... I will pull out... I promise... I just want to fuck you... feel you... make you cum," Giridhar Sir said, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands squeezing her hips over her yellow petticoat, his eyes dark with desire.
The Cameraman stood close, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his left hand still inside her maroon panties, rubbing her ass cheeks and teasing her asshole, his voice calm.
"I will watch... make sure he keeps his promise... daddy is here... daddy will protect you," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his fingers squeezing her ass cheeks inside her maroon panties, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure.
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