2 hours ago
Sharath couldn't believe the sight. Rakesh was wildly crossing the line here, just boldly violating her face with his hard cock. And Laila was just... submitting! Rakesh was completely correct that there was nothing forcing Laila to stay where she was and accept the demeaning treatment, nothing physical, at least. Although Laila looked furious and humiliated, her hand was clearly moving and rubbing between her thighs... behind the black box, obscuring Sharath's vision. She was held in place by her reluctant lust, stronger than the hatred she had for the arrogant man disrespecting her.
Finally, when he had smeared the scent of his dick all over the submissive wife's face, Rakesh rubbed the bulbous head of his cock over her delicate lips, smearing them with precum, which Laila unconsciously licked away.
"Suck my cock, Laila," Rakesh insisted.
"Rakesh, I can't!" protested Laila, breathing heavily, her voice sounding like a desperate whine rather than the decisive statement of a confident woman. "I'm married! I can't just..."
"Shut the fuck up, Laila," said Rakesh, his voice steady and even, but firm. "We both know you want to. And we both know you're going to do it in the end. You've done everything I wanted so far, after all. Let's save the hassle. Just open up those lips and suck."
"You're a monster," growled Laila, looking up at Rakesh with an expression of helpless lust and hate.
"Yeah, yeah," chuckled Rakesh. "Suck this monster's cock, sweetcheeks."
And she did. Sharath watched with his heart in his throat and his hand pumping wildly up and down his cock as Laila growled in frustration... then visibly surrendered, opening her mouth to give Rakesh's cock a long slow lick with the flat of her tongue from root to tip, then sealed her pouty lips over his dick's drooling head.
Sharath knew that this was what was coming. Laila had basically admitted as much to his face. But even though he understood Laila had a sexual relationship with the man she once despised, seeing her submission on video was still a punch to the gut. As he watched Laila's lips gripping tightly, clinging as they slipped up and down the shaft of the arrogant, obnoxious man looming above her, Sharath's hand gripped tighter and moved faster on his own cock. This was a man who she hated. Someone who had done nothing but get under her skin, insult her, and push her around from the beginning. Yet she still slurped and sucked, admitting her defeat in the most humiliating way possible.
Rakesh had managed to do something that Sharath had failed to do. He had made Laila his. That stung... but at the same time, it made Sharath's twisted, jealous pleasure rise higher. He watched with fascinated envy as Laila reached up to cup and rub Rakesh's testicles with one delicate hand. Her mouth slowly slid up and down his thick shaft, leaving it shiny with her slick saliva, going deeper and deeper with every stroke.
Finally, when he had smeared the scent of his dick all over the submissive wife's face, Rakesh rubbed the bulbous head of his cock over her delicate lips, smearing them with precum, which Laila unconsciously licked away.
"Suck my cock, Laila," Rakesh insisted.
"Rakesh, I can't!" protested Laila, breathing heavily, her voice sounding like a desperate whine rather than the decisive statement of a confident woman. "I'm married! I can't just..."
"Shut the fuck up, Laila," said Rakesh, his voice steady and even, but firm. "We both know you want to. And we both know you're going to do it in the end. You've done everything I wanted so far, after all. Let's save the hassle. Just open up those lips and suck."
"You're a monster," growled Laila, looking up at Rakesh with an expression of helpless lust and hate.
"Yeah, yeah," chuckled Rakesh. "Suck this monster's cock, sweetcheeks."
And she did. Sharath watched with his heart in his throat and his hand pumping wildly up and down his cock as Laila growled in frustration... then visibly surrendered, opening her mouth to give Rakesh's cock a long slow lick with the flat of her tongue from root to tip, then sealed her pouty lips over his dick's drooling head.
Sharath knew that this was what was coming. Laila had basically admitted as much to his face. But even though he understood Laila had a sexual relationship with the man she once despised, seeing her submission on video was still a punch to the gut. As he watched Laila's lips gripping tightly, clinging as they slipped up and down the shaft of the arrogant, obnoxious man looming above her, Sharath's hand gripped tighter and moved faster on his own cock. This was a man who she hated. Someone who had done nothing but get under her skin, insult her, and push her around from the beginning. Yet she still slurped and sucked, admitting her defeat in the most humiliating way possible.
Rakesh had managed to do something that Sharath had failed to do. He had made Laila his. That stung... but at the same time, it made Sharath's twisted, jealous pleasure rise higher. He watched with fascinated envy as Laila reached up to cup and rub Rakesh's testicles with one delicate hand. Her mouth slowly slid up and down his thick shaft, leaving it shiny with her slick saliva, going deeper and deeper with every stroke.