[shaalu_re]

Vikram’s voice came low and commanding.“Brother… it is your turn now.”He lifted Meera off his cock with strong hands.

A wet sound filled the air as she slid free.

Vikram’s voice came low and commanding.
“Brother… it is your turn now.”
He lifted Meera off his cock with strong hands.

A wet sound filled the air as she slid free.

Thick strands of her arousal connected them for a moment before breaking.
Vikram sat up against the back of the daybed and pulled Meera onto his lap so that her back rested against his broad chest.

Her legs were spread wide open over his thighs, completely exposing her glistening, freshly fucked pussy to Shankar.
He reached around and cupped both of her full, heavy breasts in his large hands.

His thumbs slowly circled her stiff nipples, pinching and rolling them while he spoke over her shoulder.
“Come, Shankar.

Take what’s yours.

She’s nice and open for you now.”
Shankar stepped between her spread legs, his thick cock still wet from her mouth.

He looked down at Meera’s body — the emerald pendant resting just above her bare pussy, her breasts being kneaded by his brother’s hands, her thighs trembling slightly.
Meera’s breathing was uneven.

Part of her was still calculating time. There is still an hour to go.


Part of her was drowning in the raw sensation of being held open and offered.
Shankar positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed in slowly.

Her wet heat stretched around him inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.
A long, shaky moan left Meera’s lips.


Shankar began to move, long steady strokes that made Meera’s breasts bounce in Vikram’s hands.

Each thrust pushed her back against Vikram’s chest.

Each withdrawal made her pussy lips cling to his shaft.
Vikram’s mouth was right next to her ear, his voice filthy and calm.
“That’s it… take my brother’s cock like a good birthday girl.

Your tits feel perfect in my hands while he fucks you.
She’s dripping down onto my thighs, Shankar.

Our little accountant is a complete mess.”

Meera’s head fell back against Vikram’s shoulder.

Her eyes were half-closed.

Every thrust from Shankar sent sparks through her body while Vikram’s fingers kept tormenting her sensitive nipples.
She could feel both of them completely focused on her — one inside her, one controlling her breasts and whispering filth.

Neither of them was thinking about the port, the shipment, or the phones lying at the bottom of the pool.
Shankar’s pace increased.

The wet slap of his hips against her became louder.

Meera’s moans grew higher.