Adultery Amorous Ayesha

[Sengolan]

Ravi's hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack. "*Like you mean it.*"

She did.

Faiz's knees buckled as Tony flipped his mother onto all fours, her petticoat hiked up around her waist, her bare backside flushed red from Ravi's slap. The boys jostled for position—AK dragging her hips back onto his cock while Samar threaded his fingers through her hair, wrenching her head up. "Watch," he ordered, nodding toward Ravi as he stroked himself inches from her face. "Watch what your ***** boys do to you."

Ayesha's breath hitched, her lips parting instinctively as Ravi thrust forward, his cock sliding between her lips with a wet, obscene sound. Faiz's stomach lurched as his mother *moaned* around the intrusion, her tongue lapping at the underside like she'd done this a thousand times before. AK's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts turning punishing as he growled, "Tighter, slut—*squeeze me* like you mean it."

Samar released her hair only to grab her wrists, pinning them to the small of her back in a makeshift restraint. The position arched Ayesha's spine obscenely, forcing her chest forward, her torn blouse gaping to reveal the sweat-slick curve of her breasts. Tony didn't hesitate—he dropped to his knees in front of her, his mouth closing over one peaked nipple with a hunger that made Faiz's vision blur. "*Fuck*," Tony groaned against her skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "Tastes like sin."

AK's rhythm stuttered, his hips jerking erratically as he neared his limit. "Gonna—*gonna fill you up*," he panted, his fingers digging bruises into her thighs. Ayesha whimpered around Ravi's cock, her eyes rolling back as AK's thrusts grew shallow, his cock pulsing inside her. "*Take it*," he snarled, burying himself to the hilt as his release hit—hot and thick, flooding her in waves that made her tremble.

Ravi pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, his hand replacing his cock as he pumped himself roughly. "Open," he commanded, thumbing her lower lip down. Ayesha obeyed without hesitation, her tongue darting out to catch the first salty drop of his release. The boys erupted into cheers as Ravi came across her face—stripes of white painting her cheeks, her chin, the tip of her nose. She gasped, her lashes fluttering, but didn't wipe it away. Just licked her lips, slow and deliberate, while Tony laughed darkly and smeared a finger through the mess.

"*Mine next*," Tony declared, hauling her upright by the hips. Ayesha swayed drunkenly, her thighs streaked with AK's spend, her face still glistening with Ravi's. Tony spun her around, bending her over the arm of the couch with a rough shove. She didn't resist—just braced herself on her elbows, her ass tilting up in shameless invitation.

Faiz gagged as Tony spat into his palm, slicking himself before driving into her with a single, brutal thrust. Ayesha *screamed*, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions, her body bowing under the force of it. "*Fucking hell*," Tony groaned, his hands gripping her waist like a vise. "Even looser now—*fuck*—like you were made for it."

Samar crowded behind Tony, his cock pressing against Ayesha's spit-slicked lips. "Clean me up," he ordered, nudging her mouth open with the head. She sucked him down greedily, her moans vibrating around his shaft as Tony pounded into her from behind. The rhythm was merciless—Tony's hips snapping forward just as Samar thrust deeper into her throat, leaving her no room to breathe, no chance to adjust.

AK watched, stroking himself lazily, his smirk widening as Ayesha's eyes rolled back in pleasure. "*Pathetic*," he taunted, swiping his thumb through the mess on her cheek. "Bet your husband never fucked you like this." Ayesha shook her head frantically, her whimpers muffled around Samar's cock. "*Bet he never made you come*," AK continued, his fingers dipping between her legs to rub tight circles on her clit. Ayesha's entire body seized, her thighs clamping around Tony's thrusts as another orgasm ripped through her.

Tony cursed, his rhythm faltering as her walls fluttered around him. "*Gonna breed you right here*," he grunted, his fingers biting into her hips. "*Mark you up so your husband sees*—" His threat dissolved into a groan as he came, his cock pulsing inside her with each hot spurt.

as Tony collapsed atop her, his spent cock still twitching inside her. Ayesha gasped for air, her lips swollen and glistening with spit. Before she could recover, AK yanked Tony off her and flipped her onto her back again, his fingers hooking under her knees to spread her wide. "My turn," he growled, his cock already slick with precome as he lined himself up.

Ayesha's breath hitched—not in protest, but anticipation—her hips lifting instinctively. AK didn't make her wait. He drove into her with a single, brutal thrust, her body yielding easily around him, still stretched and slick from the others. "*Fuck*," he hissed, his head falling back as her warmth enveloped him. "Like a *used* cunt now."

Ravi grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him while AK fucked her. "Tell him," he ordered, his thumb pressing down on her lower lip. "*Tell AK how much you love it.*"

Ayesha's moan dissolved into a whimper as AK's pace turned punishing, his cock dragging over oversensitive nerves. "*I—I love it*," she panted, her voice wrecked. "*Love your cock—love being your slut—*"

Samar laughed, stroking himself as he watched AK pound into her. "Should've seen this coming," he taunted, his gaze flicking to Faiz's frozen form. "*'. women*—always hungry for ***** dick." Ayesha didn't deny it. Just arched her back, her fingers clawing at AK's thighs as he bottomed out inside her with a groan.

Tony, already hard again, crouched beside her head, his cock bobbing against her cheek. "Open," he commanded, tapping his tip against her lips. Ayesha obeyed, her tongue darting out to lap at the salty bead of precome. Tony's smirk was vicious as he pushed in, her throat working around him with practiced ease now.

Faiz's nails dug into his palms hard enough to draw blood. His mother—*his mother*—was taking them like a common whore, her body writhing between AK's thrusts and Tony's shallow pumps into her mouth. Worse? She was *enjoying* it. Her moans were muffled but unmistakable, her hips meeting AK's every snap with desperate urgency.

Ravi's hand slid between her legs, his fingers finding her clit with cruel precision. "*Close?*" he murmured, rubbing tight circles that made her sob around Tony's cock. Ayesha nodded frantically, her thighs trembling. AK's rhythm stuttered, his grip on her hips turning bruising. "*Come with me*," he ordered, his voice rough. "*Let me feel you*."

The command shattered her. Ayesha's back bowed off the couch as her orgasm ripped through her, her walls clamping down on AK's cock in pulsing waves. AK cursed, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding her in hot spurts. "*Take it*," he growled, grinding deep as he emptied himself inside her.

Tony pulled out of her mouth just as she gasped for air, his cock glistening with her saliva. "Don't think we're done," he warned, his fingers tangling in her hair. "*Not even close.*"

Samar shoved AK aside, his cock already slick with her arousal as he positioned himself. Ayesha's legs fell open without protest, her body pliant and eager. Samar didn't hesitate. He sheathed himself inside her in one smooth stroke, his groan mingling with her breathy moan. "*Still tight*," he marveled, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "*Like you were made for this.*"

Ravi's phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with a notification. He grabbed it, his smirk widening as he angled the camera toward the couch. "*Smile, Aunty*," he taunted, capturing the moment Samar's thrusts grew rougher, her blouse hanging off one shoulder, her face streaked with dried come.

Ayesha's eyes fluttered shut—not in shame, but surrender. Her hips lifted to meet Samar's every thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "*More*," she begged, the word slipping out like a confession. "*Please—*"

Faiz's vision tunneled. His mother wasn't just *letting* this happen. She was *begging* for it.