Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

As soon as his filthy finger touched my tongue, the heavy, sour, and pungent taste of the grime on it dissolved in my mouth. I couldn't tell if it was dirt, oil, sweat, or what other filth coated his finger, all combining to create a strange, repulsive flavor. When I didn't move my tongue, he began to slowly rake his dirty finger across it. Sometimes he would slide it beneath my tongue, other times he would run it over the top, moving from front to back. Occasionally, he would touch the roof of my mouth or graze and scbang the insides of my cheeks. Crafted by Maitri.

 
His other hand had returned to my waist, touching and caressing the bare skin there. He paused the movement of the finger inside my mouth, simply resting it against my tongue. After a few seconds, my tongue began to move on its own, and I started licking his finger. Down below, my Choot (Choot (pussy)) was beginning to get wet. It felt as though no part of my body was under my control; every inch of me had surrendered itself to that filthy Neeru.
 
When Neeru tried to pull his finger out of my mouth, my lips clamped down, holding it in place, and I began to suck on it gently. Neeru would push his finger slightly deeper into my mouth and then pull it back, while my lips would suck and draw it back in. Neeru took his fingers out of my mouth, began stroking my shoulders with both hands again, and, burying his face in my hair to inhale the scent, started moving his hands downwards. This time, his filthy hands didn't pause anywhere; they went straight for my boobs. As his rough, grimy hands grabbed my firm, round breasts, I let out a sharp hiss, leaned my head back against the chair, and moaned with my eyes closed:
 
“sssssssssssssssssssssssss… plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Neeru… noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…”
 
But Neeru didn't let go of my boobs; instead, he began squeezing them gently. My head was still resting against the back of the chair, and my eyes remained closed. Suddenly, I sensed a pungent, foul odor. I assumed it was bad breath coming from Neeru’s mouth. When I opened my heavy, dazed eyes to confirm this, I saw Neeru’s dark, filthy, ugly face looming over my fair, pale complexion. His thick, coarse, and repulsive dark lips were moving toward my soft, delicate ones. Neeru’s gaze met mine, yet his advancing lips didn't stop; the moment they touched mine, a wave of that foul stench rushed into my chest.
 
Instead of kissing my lips tenderly like a lover, Neeru clamped both my lips between his thick ones and began kissing them in a bizarre manner. Slowly, he started sucking on my lips with his dark ones. A strange sensation washed over me as I felt his lips against mine. Neeru was kissing and sucking my lips in an incredibly crude, animalistic fashion. Helped by Funlover.
 
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Maitri Patel.