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Monica was completely lost in the filthy pleasure. Her loud, shameless moans filled the bedroom as Bheem devoured her like a hungry animal.
“Ahhhhh… Bheem… fuck… your tongue is so dirty… my goodness …” she cried out, voice breaking with raw ecstasy.
In her overwhelming horniness, she shamelessly lifted her ass higher off the bed, pushing herself harder against his mouth, grinding slowly and desperately.
Bheem had lifted her full, round ass cheeks with his strong hands. His tongue dragged slowly, greedily over her ass and directly across her asshole through the soaked thin string of her thong. The wet, obscene slurping sounds mixed with her loud moans made everything look so depraved
Ring… Ring… Ring…
Bheem’s phone suddenly started ringing loudly from his pants lying on the chair.
Monica didn’t stop. She kept moaning shamelessly, lifting her ass even higher for Bheem to lick her completely.
“Ahhh… … ignore it…Bheem...” she gasped between broken moans, completely lost in the moment.
The phone kept ringing insistently.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
Ustad cursed impatiently, still slowly stroking his hard cock over his pants.
“Saala kaun madarchod hai itni raat ko phone kar raha? Bhenchod…”
Bheem, growled without stopping.
“Madarchod… ignore kar na…”
But the phone rang again, even louder.
Ustad finally got up, annoyed.
“It’s Kamil bhai.”
Bheem lifted his head slightly, breathing heavily, lips shiny.
“What does that bastard want now? Put it on speaker.”
Ustad answered the call and put it on speaker.
The moment the line connected, a loud, husky, and extremely crass voice boomed through the room:
“ Bheem! Kya scene hai bhenchod? I’ve been calling for so long!”
At that exact second, Monica let out a long, dirty, unrestrained moan — “Ahhhhhh… Bheem… Ahhhaa..Ahhaaaa… fuck… … mmmhhhh!”
There was a stunned pause on the other side.
Then Kamil’s rough voice erupted with filthy laughter and gaalis.
“Hahahaha! Saale! Whose pussy are you fucking at this hour, bhenchod?! I can hear the randi screaming so loudly! She sounds so tight and horny!”
Monica’s eyes flew wide open in pure shock. She suddenly realized the phone was on speaker and Kamil could hear every single one of her shameless moans.
She gasped loudly, trying to close her legs.
“What the fuck? Why did you put it on speaker?!” she hissed, voice hoarse and embarrassed. “Bheem… Ustad… what the hell?!”
Bheem didn’t answer her immediately.
He pressed his face back between her thighs for one last slow, filthy lick before pulling away slightly and speaking into the phone
“What happened, Kamil bhai? Why are you calling now?”
Kamil’s voice stayed crude and dominant.
“ bhenchod, there’s a big problem with the betting ring. Legal notice has come. Raid might happen in the morning. You all need to get out of here fast. You only have 4-5 hours.”
Ustad and Raju immediately became serious. They stood up from their chairs and moved towards the door, still keeping the phone on speaker so Monica could hear everything clearly from the bed.
Raju asked urgently, “What exactly happened suddenly, Kamil bhai?”
The men stepped out into the hallway to talk, but the speaker was loud enough for Monica to hear every word — the rising tension, the anger, the sudden shift to serious trouble.
Bheem cursed loudly from the hallway.
“What the hell are you saying? What were you bastards doing all this time, madarchod?”
Kamil replied in the same rough, dominant tone, explaining the legal notice and the risk of a morning raid. The conversation continued outside — full of frustration, gaalis, and urgency — about how they needed to move the betting operations quickly before everything got raided.
Monica sat on the bed, still in just her sheer bra and tiny soaked thong, breathing heavily. Her body was still buzzing from Bheem’s tongue, her thighs trembling, but her mind was spinning from the sudden interruption
“Ahhhhh… Bheem… fuck… your tongue is so dirty… my goodness …” she cried out, voice breaking with raw ecstasy.
In her overwhelming horniness, she shamelessly lifted her ass higher off the bed, pushing herself harder against his mouth, grinding slowly and desperately.
Bheem had lifted her full, round ass cheeks with his strong hands. His tongue dragged slowly, greedily over her ass and directly across her asshole through the soaked thin string of her thong. The wet, obscene slurping sounds mixed with her loud moans made everything look so depraved
Ring… Ring… Ring…
Bheem’s phone suddenly started ringing loudly from his pants lying on the chair.
Monica didn’t stop. She kept moaning shamelessly, lifting her ass even higher for Bheem to lick her completely.
“Ahhh… … ignore it…Bheem...” she gasped between broken moans, completely lost in the moment.
The phone kept ringing insistently.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
Ustad cursed impatiently, still slowly stroking his hard cock over his pants.
“Saala kaun madarchod hai itni raat ko phone kar raha? Bhenchod…”
Bheem, growled without stopping.
“Madarchod… ignore kar na…”
But the phone rang again, even louder.
Ustad finally got up, annoyed.
“It’s Kamil bhai.”
Bheem lifted his head slightly, breathing heavily, lips shiny.
“What does that bastard want now? Put it on speaker.”
Ustad answered the call and put it on speaker.
The moment the line connected, a loud, husky, and extremely crass voice boomed through the room:
“ Bheem! Kya scene hai bhenchod? I’ve been calling for so long!”
At that exact second, Monica let out a long, dirty, unrestrained moan — “Ahhhhhh… Bheem… Ahhhaa..Ahhaaaa… fuck… … mmmhhhh!”
There was a stunned pause on the other side.
Then Kamil’s rough voice erupted with filthy laughter and gaalis.
“Hahahaha! Saale! Whose pussy are you fucking at this hour, bhenchod?! I can hear the randi screaming so loudly! She sounds so tight and horny!”
Monica’s eyes flew wide open in pure shock. She suddenly realized the phone was on speaker and Kamil could hear every single one of her shameless moans.
She gasped loudly, trying to close her legs.
“What the fuck? Why did you put it on speaker?!” she hissed, voice hoarse and embarrassed. “Bheem… Ustad… what the hell?!”
Bheem didn’t answer her immediately.
He pressed his face back between her thighs for one last slow, filthy lick before pulling away slightly and speaking into the phone
“What happened, Kamil bhai? Why are you calling now?”
Kamil’s voice stayed crude and dominant.
“ bhenchod, there’s a big problem with the betting ring. Legal notice has come. Raid might happen in the morning. You all need to get out of here fast. You only have 4-5 hours.”
Ustad and Raju immediately became serious. They stood up from their chairs and moved towards the door, still keeping the phone on speaker so Monica could hear everything clearly from the bed.
Raju asked urgently, “What exactly happened suddenly, Kamil bhai?”
The men stepped out into the hallway to talk, but the speaker was loud enough for Monica to hear every word — the rising tension, the anger, the sudden shift to serious trouble.
Bheem cursed loudly from the hallway.
“What the hell are you saying? What were you bastards doing all this time, madarchod?”
Kamil replied in the same rough, dominant tone, explaining the legal notice and the risk of a morning raid. The conversation continued outside — full of frustration, gaalis, and urgency — about how they needed to move the betting operations quickly before everything got raided.
Monica sat on the bed, still in just her sheer bra and tiny soaked thong, breathing heavily. Her body was still buzzing from Bheem’s tongue, her thighs trembling, but her mind was spinning from the sudden interruption
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