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Inside the bedroom, the warm golden lamplight made Monica’s nearly naked body look even more tempting and exposed.
Monica stood near the bed in just her sheer red lace bra and the ridiculously tiny thong. She took a slow breath, still feeling the mix of anger and arousal coursing through her. She looked at the three men with a sassy, challenging smile.
“So… who wants to go first?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.
Bheem stepped forward with ruthless precision, his eyes dark with hunger. “Me.”
Monica walked up to him, standing so close that her breasts brushed lightly against his chest.
“I won’t mind if it’s you, Bheem,” she purred softly, her voice dripping with seduction. “But remember — if you miss the spot or break my rules, you lose every single rupee you’ve won tonight. Get it right… and you get ten thousand rupees.”
The other men tied the black blindfold tightly over Bheem’s eyes. The room went silent with anticipation.
Monica went to the kitchen, picked up a bowl of thick, sticky Rasgulla syrup, and came back confidently .
She slowly poured it over her body with deliberate, sluttish movements. She started with her inner thighs, letting the heavy, sweet syrup drip down the smooth skin right beside the edge of her tiny thong. Then she turned around, bent slightly at the waist, and poured more over her full, round ass cheeks, letting the thick liquid run down between her cheeks and soak the thin string of her thong completely.
She sat back on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and hit Bheem gently on the hand...
“Find it Bheem Saab...” she whispered sluttily. “Your time starts now”
Ustad cockily started the stop clock and muttered "Rules are Rules...stop watch has started Bheema"
Bheem dropped to his knees and leaned in like an animal. He began sniffing loudly — deep, shameless inhales — moving his nose from one thigh to the other, then closer to her soaked thong. His nose brushed teasingly close to her smooth, shaved mound as he tried to locate the sweet scent mixed with her own arousal. The other men tried to distract him with low taunts, but Bheem stayed focused, nerves steady.
Ustad and Raju hooted and cheered, but Bheem suddenly zeroed in.
He got it right.
Monica’s eyes widened in genuine shock. She was stunned…She did not expect Bheema would crack it so easily ...
She exclaimed " What the Fuck!!! Did you guys blindfold him properly??"
But deep down, she was secretly thrilled. For some reason she couldn’t fully explain, she preferred Bheem. She met him once at the betting club and chatted few times over Whatsapp, but his raw, brutal dominance turned her on far more than the others. If she had to choose one among the three to lose control to, it would be him.
What unfolded next was unbelievable.
Bheem started slow, just as instructed — long, deliberate licks along her inner thighs, collecting the thick Rasgulla syrup with wet, filthy sounds. But his hunger quickly took over.
He grabbed her thighs, parted her legs wider, and began licking her like a beast — slow, greedy, perverted licks right next to her thong, his tongue dragging heavily over her smooth, shaved skin.
“Ahhh… Bheem…” Monica moaned shamelessly, her voice loud and broken. “Fuck… No... Ahhh Ahh... Ahhh...”
Monica's cries went louder and louder...
Bheem grew even bolder. He started doing unthinkable stuff totally unbelievable for Monica ...
Gripping her full ass cheeks firmly, he lifted her hips slightly off the bed and brought her ass straight to his mouth. The men cheered loudly amidst their resounding shock..
His tongue licked all over her round ass cheeks, then traced the thin thong string right down between her cheeks. He began licking directly over her asshole through the soaked thong — slow, circling, filthy strokes that made loud, wet, obscene sounds echo in the room.
Monica’s moans by then turned loud and crazed, completely shameless and out of control...
“Ahhhhh… oh god… Bheem… your tongue my god ...oh...… mmmhh…mmmmm.... fuck… you dirty goonda… ahhh…ahhhhhhh don’t stop…”
Her cries grew so loud and desperate that it felt like the entire building might wake up. She gripped his head, half-pulling him closer, her body shaking with pleasure.
The other men watched in stunned silence, openly stroking their hard cocks over their pants.
Raju muttered hoarsely, breathing heavily, “Fuck… look at her. Moaning like a total slut ”
Ustad kept stroking himself, eyes fixed on them. “Bheem’s gone full beast mode… and she’s loving every second of it. Listen to those sounds, madarchod Rakesh.”
Rakesh, half-conscious and deeply drunk, slumped in his chair, mumbled in confusion, “What… what’s happening? Monica… why are you moaning like that…?”
Monica, still moaning loudly as Bheem continued his perverted licking, turned her head toward Rakesh with a playful, breathless smile between cries.
“It’s just part of the game, baby… ahhh… you relax!!! But you got such fucking good goonda friends Rakesh..… mmmhh… don’t worry… ahhhhh!..ahhh!!”
The slow, filthy, perverted licking continued as Monica’s loud, shameless moans filled the room. The men stroked themselves openly, shocked and thrilled at Bheem’s brute force and Monica’s slutty cries.
Monica stood near the bed in just her sheer red lace bra and the ridiculously tiny thong. She took a slow breath, still feeling the mix of anger and arousal coursing through her. She looked at the three men with a sassy, challenging smile.
“So… who wants to go first?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.
Bheem stepped forward with ruthless precision, his eyes dark with hunger. “Me.”
Monica walked up to him, standing so close that her breasts brushed lightly against his chest.
“I won’t mind if it’s you, Bheem,” she purred softly, her voice dripping with seduction. “But remember — if you miss the spot or break my rules, you lose every single rupee you’ve won tonight. Get it right… and you get ten thousand rupees.”
The other men tied the black blindfold tightly over Bheem’s eyes. The room went silent with anticipation.
Monica went to the kitchen, picked up a bowl of thick, sticky Rasgulla syrup, and came back confidently .
She slowly poured it over her body with deliberate, sluttish movements. She started with her inner thighs, letting the heavy, sweet syrup drip down the smooth skin right beside the edge of her tiny thong. Then she turned around, bent slightly at the waist, and poured more over her full, round ass cheeks, letting the thick liquid run down between her cheeks and soak the thin string of her thong completely.
She sat back on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and hit Bheem gently on the hand...
“Find it Bheem Saab...” she whispered sluttily. “Your time starts now”
Ustad cockily started the stop clock and muttered "Rules are Rules...stop watch has started Bheema"
Bheem dropped to his knees and leaned in like an animal. He began sniffing loudly — deep, shameless inhales — moving his nose from one thigh to the other, then closer to her soaked thong. His nose brushed teasingly close to her smooth, shaved mound as he tried to locate the sweet scent mixed with her own arousal. The other men tried to distract him with low taunts, but Bheem stayed focused, nerves steady.
Ustad and Raju hooted and cheered, but Bheem suddenly zeroed in.
He got it right.
Monica’s eyes widened in genuine shock. She was stunned…She did not expect Bheema would crack it so easily ...
She exclaimed " What the Fuck!!! Did you guys blindfold him properly??"
But deep down, she was secretly thrilled. For some reason she couldn’t fully explain, she preferred Bheem. She met him once at the betting club and chatted few times over Whatsapp, but his raw, brutal dominance turned her on far more than the others. If she had to choose one among the three to lose control to, it would be him.
What unfolded next was unbelievable.
Bheem started slow, just as instructed — long, deliberate licks along her inner thighs, collecting the thick Rasgulla syrup with wet, filthy sounds. But his hunger quickly took over.
He grabbed her thighs, parted her legs wider, and began licking her like a beast — slow, greedy, perverted licks right next to her thong, his tongue dragging heavily over her smooth, shaved skin.
“Ahhh… Bheem…” Monica moaned shamelessly, her voice loud and broken. “Fuck… No... Ahhh Ahh... Ahhh...”
Monica's cries went louder and louder...
Bheem grew even bolder. He started doing unthinkable stuff totally unbelievable for Monica ...
Gripping her full ass cheeks firmly, he lifted her hips slightly off the bed and brought her ass straight to his mouth. The men cheered loudly amidst their resounding shock..
His tongue licked all over her round ass cheeks, then traced the thin thong string right down between her cheeks. He began licking directly over her asshole through the soaked thong — slow, circling, filthy strokes that made loud, wet, obscene sounds echo in the room.
Monica’s moans by then turned loud and crazed, completely shameless and out of control...
“Ahhhhh… oh god… Bheem… your tongue my god ...oh...… mmmhh…mmmmm.... fuck… you dirty goonda… ahhh…ahhhhhhh don’t stop…”
Her cries grew so loud and desperate that it felt like the entire building might wake up. She gripped his head, half-pulling him closer, her body shaking with pleasure.
The other men watched in stunned silence, openly stroking their hard cocks over their pants.
Raju muttered hoarsely, breathing heavily, “Fuck… look at her. Moaning like a total slut ”
Ustad kept stroking himself, eyes fixed on them. “Bheem’s gone full beast mode… and she’s loving every second of it. Listen to those sounds, madarchod Rakesh.”
Rakesh, half-conscious and deeply drunk, slumped in his chair, mumbled in confusion, “What… what’s happening? Monica… why are you moaning like that…?”
Monica, still moaning loudly as Bheem continued his perverted licking, turned her head toward Rakesh with a playful, breathless smile between cries.
“It’s just part of the game, baby… ahhh… you relax!!! But you got such fucking good goonda friends Rakesh..… mmmhh… don’t worry… ahhhhh!..ahhh!!”
The slow, filthy, perverted licking continued as Monica’s loud, shameless moans filled the room. The men stroked themselves openly, shocked and thrilled at Bheem’s brute force and Monica’s slutty cries.
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