26-09-2019, 05:58 PM
Vandana smiled cool white teeth between her dark-red lips, "sAli Chudakkar kutiyA, teri choot to bahuta tarasa rahii hai, parantu itni jaldi bhi kyA hai…" said Vandana as she put on the ten and half inches long dildo with harness around her waist. “tujhe ranDi ki taraha hi chodoongi…. Bol….saali… banegi meri ranDi? Vandana taunted. Namrata looked at Vandana with questioning eyes. Vandana now informed Namrata that she was her love slave for the day and she should just relax and enjoy what was in store for her. Namrata knew she was in for a real passion filled day, hoping that the bondage was as good as she knew Vandana was capable of. “hAn main teri ranDi hoon. tU jo bhi hukm degi, main mAnUngi.” Namrata replied submissively.
"ghuTane jhukA kar baiTh jA, kutiyA," Vandana ordered. Namrata slowly sank to her knees before Vandana. Vandana smiled down at her, then abruptly turned sat on the comfortable chair, leaving Namrata in the middle of the floor on her knees. Vandana rested her legs on the coffee table, her sandalled feet dangling over the edge, bobbing back and forth in front of Namrata. "chAla idhara Aa," Vandana ordered as she lit another cigarette. Namrata began to rise, but was stopped. " nahIn , dhIre dhIre ren gate hu.ay idhara Aa.” Namrata leaned forward onto all fours, and slowly crawled over to Vandana. Namrata reached the edge of coffee table in front of Vandana, and sat back on her feet awaiting her orders. “meray sandal aur paira chat kay sApha kara… chudakkar kutiyA!” I Namrata scurried over to her feet and began raining very sincere kisses of worship and gratitude across her sandals, their soles and heels and her exposed toes and feet. A ravenous tongue, lapping sloppily at her high-heels, trying to pleasure her, soon replaced kisses. Namrata licked the top of her feet with broad stokes of her tongue. They glistened with saliva, wet with her mouthing, smearing her glossy burgundy lipstick. Namrata sucked the heels of sandals like they were peniss. “Sandals kay talve bhi hain …chut-marani ! jIbha say chAT kay sAf kar… kutti . Namrata kissed the under-soles of the sandals. She cleaned the soles with her tongue. She cleaned them well. She cleaned one then she did the other. The exotic flavour of leather drove her wild as her tongue danced and slid over shiny straps and soles of Vandana’s sandals. "aba behatara hai," Vandana sneered, "bol harAmee ! kyA inAm chaahi_e?." “Mujhe apni kutti… randi… banA lo…mera gala sUkha rAhA hai… thodi si whisky pilA do is apni randi ko” Namrata replied. Grabbing hold of her hair, Vandana jerked Namrata’s head up to look into her face and blew a plume of cigarette smoke into the Namrata’s face. “Saali… dialogue mArti hai… bewadi ko whisky chaahi_e!! Vandana sneered and poured some whisky on her own feet. “le kutiya… merey pairon se chAT whisky.” Vandana laughed, a cloud of smoke wreathing her cruel features. Namrata lapped at Vandana’s feet and sandals drenched in spirit like a dog licking water from a bowl.
"ghuTane jhukA kar baiTh jA, kutiyA," Vandana ordered. Namrata slowly sank to her knees before Vandana. Vandana smiled down at her, then abruptly turned sat on the comfortable chair, leaving Namrata in the middle of the floor on her knees. Vandana rested her legs on the coffee table, her sandalled feet dangling over the edge, bobbing back and forth in front of Namrata. "chAla idhara Aa," Vandana ordered as she lit another cigarette. Namrata began to rise, but was stopped. " nahIn , dhIre dhIre ren gate hu.ay idhara Aa.” Namrata leaned forward onto all fours, and slowly crawled over to Vandana. Namrata reached the edge of coffee table in front of Vandana, and sat back on her feet awaiting her orders. “meray sandal aur paira chat kay sApha kara… chudakkar kutiyA!” I Namrata scurried over to her feet and began raining very sincere kisses of worship and gratitude across her sandals, their soles and heels and her exposed toes and feet. A ravenous tongue, lapping sloppily at her high-heels, trying to pleasure her, soon replaced kisses. Namrata licked the top of her feet with broad stokes of her tongue. They glistened with saliva, wet with her mouthing, smearing her glossy burgundy lipstick. Namrata sucked the heels of sandals like they were peniss. “Sandals kay talve bhi hain …chut-marani ! jIbha say chAT kay sAf kar… kutti . Namrata kissed the under-soles of the sandals. She cleaned the soles with her tongue. She cleaned them well. She cleaned one then she did the other. The exotic flavour of leather drove her wild as her tongue danced and slid over shiny straps and soles of Vandana’s sandals. "aba behatara hai," Vandana sneered, "bol harAmee ! kyA inAm chaahi_e?." “Mujhe apni kutti… randi… banA lo…mera gala sUkha rAhA hai… thodi si whisky pilA do is apni randi ko” Namrata replied. Grabbing hold of her hair, Vandana jerked Namrata’s head up to look into her face and blew a plume of cigarette smoke into the Namrata’s face. “Saali… dialogue mArti hai… bewadi ko whisky chaahi_e!! Vandana sneered and poured some whisky on her own feet. “le kutiya… merey pairon se chAT whisky.” Vandana laughed, a cloud of smoke wreathing her cruel features. Namrata lapped at Vandana’s feet and sandals drenched in spirit like a dog licking water from a bowl.
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