13-01-2019, 04:21 PM
"Oh ma uhhhhhhh yes!" she gasped in delight, her hands on her breasts, squeezing and crushing them in wanton excitement. "Oh god yes!"
Again she lifted her hips and again they sank. Prakash controlled himself and moved with her. Up and down she went, her cunt rising and falling slowly along the length of his shaft. Gradually, they hit a rhythm, their hips and loins bucking together. Her face contorted in pleasure and joy as his cock ran in and out of her cunt.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhhuhhhh yes!"
"C'mon! Take it! Yeh, take it, bitch! Take it!" he gasped.
Her hands on his chest, Meena rocked and lurched his hips, her cunt running up and down the length of his armored cock. Her buttocks flexed and inflexed rhythmically. Her belly sucked in with tension. Her hips gyrated and ground around as she moved, mashing her cunt-flesh with his penis. Her shoulders were hunched with deep, sexy hollows in the shoulder-bones. Her face was tilted up, her neck craned, her face a suffusion of joy. Her mouth was open in a wide 'O', her white teeth glistening, her nostrils were flared and her eyes were half-closed and glassy. Up and down she moved, faster and faster, her buttocks bouncing off his thighs. Her breasts jumped and bounced with her movements and her thick, heavy petticoat tossed and slapped on her tawny skin, tinkling loudly. Prakash pumped his hips up and down beneath her, his hands under her thighs.
"Ohhhhhhhhh yes! Ohhh yes ohh yes oh yes oh yes ohh uhhh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh ohhhhhhh!" she gasped.
"C'mon uhhhh yeh c'mon take it oh fuck yes take it ohhhhhhhhhhh yes!" he grunted, his face flushed with excitement and tension. "C'mon, whore, c'mon!"
Faster and faster they moved, their gasps and cries loud and rising. Meena's body bucked and tossed and bounced feverishly on his pumping hips, her cunt grinding up and down the length of his enormous, latex-clad erection. Hissing in pleasure, she jammed her cunt down onto his cock, feeling the spikes and studs bite into her flesh and, leaning forward, her head arched, her breasts pendulous over his face, snapped her buttocks together rapidly, squeezing his cock in her cunt. Prakash gasped and crushed her breasts in his hands, craving the hardness of her necklace over her rigid nipples, making her shudder in joy. Up and down she moved again, straightening her back, her head tilted up, her hands on her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. He thumbed her clitoris and she groaned and gasped loudly.
Teetering on the brink of a violent orgasm, she paused and slipped off his cock. Looking down at him, she thought she had seldom seen a sexier sight than the black cock with its thick head bending as she sucked his cock again hungrily, taking his cock-head in her mouth. He groaned and pushed her head away. Meena staggered back onto the coffee-table, bent on her forearms and knees like a rutting bitch, with her knees at the edge, her buttocks thrust up high. Her swollen breasts were pendulous and her necklaces swayed. Prakash stood behind her and, pushing her buttocks open, eased his swollen penis into her cunt. Meena cried out, her mouth opening in a wide 'O', her eyes fluttering shut as the huge cock surged into her flesh.
"OHHHHHHHH yes! Ohh ma yes, Prakash, yes! Fuck me, Meena darling! Fuck me hard! Ohhhh yes! That's it! C'mon! Do it!"
Prakash gripped her hips and, gasping, arching his handsome head, flexed his buttocks and swung his hips forward, driving his cock into her hot cunt. She lurched under his thrust and cried out as the big penis bit into her cunt-flesh. "OHHHHHH ma uhh *hanh* uhhhh ohhh uhhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried. "Ahhhhhhhh uhhh yeh! Ffff YEH! Ohh fuck yes!" he gasped.
Her body lurched forward, her breasts swinging, dancing. Her buttocks writhed against his thighs. He groaned and began to fuck her with long, swift, punishing thrusts, plunging deeply and smoothly into her cunt, his hips rocking seamlessly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlading, his armored cock glistening black as it stroked in and out of her flesh. She rocked and swayed under him, her head tilted up, her eyes closed, her face a vision of lust. She moaned and cried out incessantly, pushing her cunt back and forth along the length of his penis. Her breasts wobbled and jiggled. He went faster, his thighs slapping loudly at her buttocks, his balls pressing to her cunt-lips as he drove deep into her cunt and drew a shuddering, sobbing, gasping response.
Prakash tired of the sheath. He wanted to feel her cunt heat and wetness on his flesh. He paused, slid out of her, ripped off the sari and petticoat and quickly ground into her flesh again with a groan of pleasure. Meena's face creased in delight. The sudden change from the hard sharpness of the sheath to the hot thickness of his smoothly shorn shaft was delightful.
"C'mon, Prakash ... fuck me hard ... fuck me as hard as you can!" she murmured, turning her face over her shoulder.
He slid his hands up her body, cupping her breasts and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She writhed against him, sucking erotically on his tongue. He straightened and, grunting, began to fuck her rapidly and hard, rocking his hips swiftly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlading, his cock plunging and pasturing and reaming and ramming in and out of her cunt. She cried out, in sharp, staccato Ohs and Ahs and Uhs and Oh mas, her body rocking and jerking and snapping under his. Gritting her teeth, she hissed in pleasure, panting heavily, rocking her body back and forth on his penis. Her necklace dragged along the surface, crinkling prettily. She turned her face over her shoulder, running her tongue over her upper lip and moaned loudly.
"Ohhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes, Prakash, yes ... c'mon ... fuck me, your own Meena darling ... fuck me harder! Ohhhh uhhh yeh! That's it ... c'mon, does it?"
He moved faster, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, rocking his hips rapidly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlading, driving his cock in and out of her cunt. His hips snapped sharply as he plunged and piston and rammed into her flesh, his thighs whacking her buttocks and thighs, his balls slapping at her cunt-lips.
"Yeh c'mon! Yeh c'mon! Yeh oh yeh oh yeh oh yeh c'mon bitch take it! Oh fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes oh uh yeh uh yeh uh yeh uh that's it c'mon whore take it c'mon you fucking bitch take my dick oh fuck oh fuck oh uh oh uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ahhhhhh!" he rasped erotically.
"Prakash," she moaned, between her gasps. "Prakash ... please ...
fuck ... fuck my ass now take it it is yours always fuck me now and do not lose it this time... butt-fuck me! Quickly! Fuck it hard!"
It was an offer he could not possibly refuse. He slid quickly out of her cunt and, pushed her buttocks apart with his hands. Her puckered anus winked temptingly at him. Prakash throbbed with pleasure. He pushed his cock-head to her asshole. She tensed fractionally, her fingers tightening on the leading edge of the bed. He paused and she relaxed with a soft moan. Her sphincter loosened with the sweat grime and the chocolate mix intact. Instantly, Prakash dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks and, flexing his buttocks, slid his hips forward. His cock-head popped through into her tight rear channel.
"OHMAUHOHUHAHUHOHSUHHLMA ... hush ... AHHHH uhhhhhh AHHHHHHN uhhhh OHHHHHH!" Meena cried out thinly, her face twisting and contorting in a savage grimace of lust.
Prakash gasped as her asshole convulsed and contracted fiercely on his throbbing penis. Her buttocks trembled and her hips swayed. He groaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper into her anus, flexing his buttocks gradually. In and in his cock went, burrowing and tunneling into her tight rear orifice. Meena gasped and moaned, her breath coming in shuddering, heaving sobs. His cock was incredibly hot and thick and long. It seared her asshole. The sensation was exquisite, and the deep throb in her anus aroused her to fever pitch.
Prakash began to sodomise her slowly and deeply. Gripping her buttocks, he moved his hips slowly back and forth, flexing and unlading his firm buttocks, pushing his cock in and out of her asshole. Meena gasped and whimpered, her chest heaving, her head hanging between her arms, her shoulders hunched. Her breasts jiggled and swung with his thrusts. She groaned, forcing her anus back onto his long, thick penis. Her gold necklaces dragged and scbangd noisily along the glass surface of the table top. Prakash gasped, his belly sucked inward, his head flung back, his mouth open, his muscles rippling and cording with tension.
He was nearing the end now. The fires in his loins raged out of control, consuming his loins. Her anus was hot and tight and it contracted and splashed on his penis with a feverish, undeniable hunger. He kept moving relentlessly.
"C'mon! Take it ... ohhhh uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... oh fuck that's so good ... c'mon whore ... take my cock ... ohhhhhh uhhh ohhhhh uhhhh ohhhhhhhh uhh ohhhhhhh uhhh yes!" he gasped.
"Oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ma ... ohhh uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh oh ma uhhh ohhh uhh ohhh!" she whimpered, her voice heavy and hoarse, her breathing ragged.
He felt her orgasm violently, her body shuddering and stiffening and her anus convulsed frenetically on his penis. Meena's head swam with pleasure. This was her third major orgasm and she had countless smaller ones in between. It was too much for Prakash to bear. With a shuddering gasp, he pulled out of her and masturbated violently for a few seconds. Then he groaned in relief as the heat broke from its confines and spewed from the slit in his cock-head. Meena gasped in pleasure as she felt the hot splash of his gunk on her buttocks and back and thighs, dribbling over her anus and down her cunt-lips.
With a soft groan, Prakash squeezed his cock into her cunt. She groaned and rocked back against him, pushing her cunt down deep onto his cock. She turned her face over her shoulder. He leaned over, his hands under her breasts, squeezing them eagerly, and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She writhed her buttocks against him, sucking erotically on his tongue.
"Keep fucking me," she moaned thickly, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. "Don't stop fucking me."
Behind in his mind, Prakash smiled in satisfaction. He slowly slipped back on the bed thinking of Shuja who was after him for Meena's pussy for so long and tomorrow, he will be fucking her – he had to trade her for Shuja's business and his Russian slut Emoleava and began to drift into a nice sleep as he dreamt her fornicate for his pleasure.
Again she lifted her hips and again they sank. Prakash controlled himself and moved with her. Up and down she went, her cunt rising and falling slowly along the length of his shaft. Gradually, they hit a rhythm, their hips and loins bucking together. Her face contorted in pleasure and joy as his cock ran in and out of her cunt.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhhuhhhh yes!"
"C'mon! Take it! Yeh, take it, bitch! Take it!" he gasped.
Her hands on his chest, Meena rocked and lurched his hips, her cunt running up and down the length of his armored cock. Her buttocks flexed and inflexed rhythmically. Her belly sucked in with tension. Her hips gyrated and ground around as she moved, mashing her cunt-flesh with his penis. Her shoulders were hunched with deep, sexy hollows in the shoulder-bones. Her face was tilted up, her neck craned, her face a suffusion of joy. Her mouth was open in a wide 'O', her white teeth glistening, her nostrils were flared and her eyes were half-closed and glassy. Up and down she moved, faster and faster, her buttocks bouncing off his thighs. Her breasts jumped and bounced with her movements and her thick, heavy petticoat tossed and slapped on her tawny skin, tinkling loudly. Prakash pumped his hips up and down beneath her, his hands under her thighs.
"Ohhhhhhhhh yes! Ohhh yes ohh yes oh yes oh yes ohh uhhh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh ohhhhhhh!" she gasped.
"C'mon uhhhh yeh c'mon take it oh fuck yes take it ohhhhhhhhhhh yes!" he grunted, his face flushed with excitement and tension. "C'mon, whore, c'mon!"
Faster and faster they moved, their gasps and cries loud and rising. Meena's body bucked and tossed and bounced feverishly on his pumping hips, her cunt grinding up and down the length of his enormous, latex-clad erection. Hissing in pleasure, she jammed her cunt down onto his cock, feeling the spikes and studs bite into her flesh and, leaning forward, her head arched, her breasts pendulous over his face, snapped her buttocks together rapidly, squeezing his cock in her cunt. Prakash gasped and crushed her breasts in his hands, craving the hardness of her necklace over her rigid nipples, making her shudder in joy. Up and down she moved again, straightening her back, her head tilted up, her hands on her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. He thumbed her clitoris and she groaned and gasped loudly.
Teetering on the brink of a violent orgasm, she paused and slipped off his cock. Looking down at him, she thought she had seldom seen a sexier sight than the black cock with its thick head bending as she sucked his cock again hungrily, taking his cock-head in her mouth. He groaned and pushed her head away. Meena staggered back onto the coffee-table, bent on her forearms and knees like a rutting bitch, with her knees at the edge, her buttocks thrust up high. Her swollen breasts were pendulous and her necklaces swayed. Prakash stood behind her and, pushing her buttocks open, eased his swollen penis into her cunt. Meena cried out, her mouth opening in a wide 'O', her eyes fluttering shut as the huge cock surged into her flesh.
"OHHHHHHHH yes! Ohh ma yes, Prakash, yes! Fuck me, Meena darling! Fuck me hard! Ohhhh yes! That's it! C'mon! Do it!"
Prakash gripped her hips and, gasping, arching his handsome head, flexed his buttocks and swung his hips forward, driving his cock into her hot cunt. She lurched under his thrust and cried out as the big penis bit into her cunt-flesh. "OHHHHHH ma uhh *hanh* uhhhh ohhh uhhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried. "Ahhhhhhhh uhhh yeh! Ffff YEH! Ohh fuck yes!" he gasped.
Her body lurched forward, her breasts swinging, dancing. Her buttocks writhed against his thighs. He groaned and began to fuck her with long, swift, punishing thrusts, plunging deeply and smoothly into her cunt, his hips rocking seamlessly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlading, his armored cock glistening black as it stroked in and out of her flesh. She rocked and swayed under him, her head tilted up, her eyes closed, her face a vision of lust. She moaned and cried out incessantly, pushing her cunt back and forth along the length of his penis. Her breasts wobbled and jiggled. He went faster, his thighs slapping loudly at her buttocks, his balls pressing to her cunt-lips as he drove deep into her cunt and drew a shuddering, sobbing, gasping response.
Prakash tired of the sheath. He wanted to feel her cunt heat and wetness on his flesh. He paused, slid out of her, ripped off the sari and petticoat and quickly ground into her flesh again with a groan of pleasure. Meena's face creased in delight. The sudden change from the hard sharpness of the sheath to the hot thickness of his smoothly shorn shaft was delightful.
"C'mon, Prakash ... fuck me hard ... fuck me as hard as you can!" she murmured, turning her face over her shoulder.
He slid his hands up her body, cupping her breasts and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She writhed against him, sucking erotically on his tongue. He straightened and, grunting, began to fuck her rapidly and hard, rocking his hips swiftly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlading, his cock plunging and pasturing and reaming and ramming in and out of her cunt. She cried out, in sharp, staccato Ohs and Ahs and Uhs and Oh mas, her body rocking and jerking and snapping under his. Gritting her teeth, she hissed in pleasure, panting heavily, rocking her body back and forth on his penis. Her necklace dragged along the surface, crinkling prettily. She turned her face over her shoulder, running her tongue over her upper lip and moaned loudly.
"Ohhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes, Prakash, yes ... c'mon ... fuck me, your own Meena darling ... fuck me harder! Ohhhh uhhh yeh! That's it ... c'mon, does it?"
He moved faster, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, rocking his hips rapidly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlading, driving his cock in and out of her cunt. His hips snapped sharply as he plunged and piston and rammed into her flesh, his thighs whacking her buttocks and thighs, his balls slapping at her cunt-lips.
"Yeh c'mon! Yeh c'mon! Yeh oh yeh oh yeh oh yeh c'mon bitch take it! Oh fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes oh uh yeh uh yeh uh yeh uh that's it c'mon whore take it c'mon you fucking bitch take my dick oh fuck oh fuck oh uh oh uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ahhhhhh!" he rasped erotically.
"Prakash," she moaned, between her gasps. "Prakash ... please ...
fuck ... fuck my ass now take it it is yours always fuck me now and do not lose it this time... butt-fuck me! Quickly! Fuck it hard!"
It was an offer he could not possibly refuse. He slid quickly out of her cunt and, pushed her buttocks apart with his hands. Her puckered anus winked temptingly at him. Prakash throbbed with pleasure. He pushed his cock-head to her asshole. She tensed fractionally, her fingers tightening on the leading edge of the bed. He paused and she relaxed with a soft moan. Her sphincter loosened with the sweat grime and the chocolate mix intact. Instantly, Prakash dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks and, flexing his buttocks, slid his hips forward. His cock-head popped through into her tight rear channel.
"OHMAUHOHUHAHUHOHSUHHLMA ... hush ... AHHHH uhhhhhh AHHHHHHN uhhhh OHHHHHH!" Meena cried out thinly, her face twisting and contorting in a savage grimace of lust.
Prakash gasped as her asshole convulsed and contracted fiercely on his throbbing penis. Her buttocks trembled and her hips swayed. He groaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper into her anus, flexing his buttocks gradually. In and in his cock went, burrowing and tunneling into her tight rear orifice. Meena gasped and moaned, her breath coming in shuddering, heaving sobs. His cock was incredibly hot and thick and long. It seared her asshole. The sensation was exquisite, and the deep throb in her anus aroused her to fever pitch.
Prakash began to sodomise her slowly and deeply. Gripping her buttocks, he moved his hips slowly back and forth, flexing and unlading his firm buttocks, pushing his cock in and out of her asshole. Meena gasped and whimpered, her chest heaving, her head hanging between her arms, her shoulders hunched. Her breasts jiggled and swung with his thrusts. She groaned, forcing her anus back onto his long, thick penis. Her gold necklaces dragged and scbangd noisily along the glass surface of the table top. Prakash gasped, his belly sucked inward, his head flung back, his mouth open, his muscles rippling and cording with tension.
He was nearing the end now. The fires in his loins raged out of control, consuming his loins. Her anus was hot and tight and it contracted and splashed on his penis with a feverish, undeniable hunger. He kept moving relentlessly.
"C'mon! Take it ... ohhhh uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... oh fuck that's so good ... c'mon whore ... take my cock ... ohhhhhh uhhh ohhhhh uhhhh ohhhhhhhh uhh ohhhhhhh uhhh yes!" he gasped.
"Oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ma ... ohhh uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh oh ma uhhh ohhh uhh ohhh!" she whimpered, her voice heavy and hoarse, her breathing ragged.
He felt her orgasm violently, her body shuddering and stiffening and her anus convulsed frenetically on his penis. Meena's head swam with pleasure. This was her third major orgasm and she had countless smaller ones in between. It was too much for Prakash to bear. With a shuddering gasp, he pulled out of her and masturbated violently for a few seconds. Then he groaned in relief as the heat broke from its confines and spewed from the slit in his cock-head. Meena gasped in pleasure as she felt the hot splash of his gunk on her buttocks and back and thighs, dribbling over her anus and down her cunt-lips.
With a soft groan, Prakash squeezed his cock into her cunt. She groaned and rocked back against him, pushing her cunt down deep onto his cock. She turned her face over her shoulder. He leaned over, his hands under her breasts, squeezing them eagerly, and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She writhed her buttocks against him, sucking erotically on his tongue.
"Keep fucking me," she moaned thickly, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. "Don't stop fucking me."
Behind in his mind, Prakash smiled in satisfaction. He slowly slipped back on the bed thinking of Shuja who was after him for Meena's pussy for so long and tomorrow, he will be fucking her – he had to trade her for Shuja's business and his Russian slut Emoleava and began to drift into a nice sleep as he dreamt her fornicate for his pleasure.
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