Fantasy Meena - Saga of Tumultuous Sex by shanti2010-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He groaned at the sharp heat of it and flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips up. His lance ran into her damp slit like a hot knife into butter. She gasped, her hands on his shoulders, her head arching back, her breasts thrust out.

He bent his head and sucked on them sharply by turn and heard her loud moan. Her hips sank with his and his cock was embedded deep in her flesh.

He caressed her buttocks and back. She held her face in his hands and kissed him deeply, her tongue thrust deep into his mouth. He squeezed her breasts.

Her hips began to writhe on his lap, grinding round and round, mashing her cunt-flesh with his enormous pestle. She arched her head from his and moaned thickly.

He leaned forward and sucked gently on her out thrust breasts, making her gasp when he tugged at her rigid nipples with his teeth.

"Ohhhh ... yes ... yes ... Ohhh god yes ... your cock's so good in.. mmmm ... so hot ... so hard ... c'mon ... fuck my cunt lover ... fuck it nice and slow ... mmmm yes ... ohhhh yes that's it mmmm yeh ... Ohhh god yes ..."

She began to move on his lap, rocking up and down and back and forth, her clonic cunt slithering up and down the length of his shaft.

He moved steadily with her, his hips rising and falling, his cock going in and out of her cunt. He fingered her buttocks open and pressed his fingertip to her anus.

She gasped and writhed. The swing rocked and jerked with their actions. Faster and faster she went, bucking and jerking, her head flung back, her mouth open, her breasts bouncing, the gold necklace tossing on her dusky flesh.

"Take it ... yes ... take it bitch ... take my cock ... take it, you whore ... c'mon slut ... Ohh yeh ... yes ... ahh yeh ... yes.. god you're so tight bitch!"

Gasping and moaning, she lifted herself off his cock and turned around with her back to him and impaled herself quickly on his upright penis again. Now her legs were outside his, her hands on his knees. Her shoulders stooped as she leaned forward and began to move faster and faster, bucking and jerking like a madmen on his penis.

There were sexy hollows in her shoulders. Her face was upturned, her mouth open, her belly drawn in, her eyes hooded, her cries sharp and staccato, mingling with his grunts and gasps.

He bent his head and watched her cunt rise and falls on his penis, transfixed and aroused by the sight. Her breasts jumped and bounced as they moved and she squeezed them in excitement. He spliced her buttocks open and pressed his thumb to her asshole.

Her cunt spasms on his cock and she began to orgasm, her cunt biting down hard on his cock. He groaned and reared up into her and she cried out.

He held her hips and jerked her down savagely on his cock several times till he could hold back no more. With a shuddering groan, he came, and felt the welcome surge of heat as his cock spurted hot into her slit.

She whimpered in joy.

It wa a matter of time and in 30 minutes Prakash at his age in his mid 40s was ready again, the randy bitch had turned into a volcano of desire for him, she was an incredible satiating aphrodisiac and he was in no mood to let go his want to cling to her body just yet.

He continued to probe her asshole and soon – his dick was once again up and it slowly found itself nested back in her pussy.

He paused with his cock inside her cunt, catching his breath, trying to control himself. The sensation was incredible. Her cunt convulsed frantically on the sheath and his cock throbbed and pulsed angrily in its confines.

Moaning his excitement, he began to swing his hips in tight circles, grinding his cock around deep in her slit. She gasped as he found her innermost recesses.

"Oh god yes ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" Meena begged.

Wild with desire and lust, he began to ram-fuck her cunt jerking and slamming his hips back and forth, reaming and jamming his cock into her, holding the swing steady with his strong hands.

His arms tensed with the strain and his shoulders bowed. He flung his head back and moved faster still.

Her body jerked and lurched under his thrusts, her breasts jigging and swinging back and forth, back and forth.

Faster and faster he went, his buttocks flexing and undulating, his hips swinging back and forth like a trip hammer at top speed, his cock appearing and disappearing between the twin orbs of her buttocks. Her cries were sharp and loud and lewd.

"Take it ... take it ... take it whore ... take it cunt take my cock oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes ... take it bitch ... Ohhhh uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes! Take it, whore, take it! Take it!" he said.

She came yet again and, unbelievably, he found himself on the verge, brink of another orgasm himself.

He thrust into her hard again and again, ramming deep into her.

Her breasts jiggled heavily with his thrusts.

Again and again he slammed into her and then let himself go with a juddering cry, swinging his hips savagely, making her scream thinly as his penis spiral into her.

Her cry turned into a joyous whimper when she felt his cock quiver inside her and spit its load in stinging jets.

Gasping and panting, his cock still hard and buried in her flesh, he bent over her and kissed the nape of her neck. Their bodies were filmed with sweat now. He squeezed her breasts and she moaned.

The thin gown was still on her body, nothing more than a wet thin encasing cloth around her waist, it had lost its entire relevance as a gown, and slowly Prakash used the scissor to cut it out away from her body and kissed and licked the pungent aroma and sweat from the place which hosted the rumpled gown till now.

He was in the ninth heaven, she was his for keeps and slowly he slumped on her tummy and was soon snoring in the cool confines of the hotel room AC this was quite a bit of exertion for the middle aged man.

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