The man's smooth body glistened with sweat. His chest was wide and deep, his dark torso hard and hairless. He closed his eyes and groaned loudly, his hips grinding down hard as though he intended to drive his entire being into the beautiful flesh of the woman who lay gasping beneath him. Aarti's stunningly beautiful face was turned to one side, her lovely eyes closed and her lips parted in passion. Her Mummey were swollen and hard, her nipples erect. The lust-heat was overpowering. Her body flamed with lust. The soft, well-sprung bed on which they lay bounced and bucked with her lover's heavy, insistent rhythm. The man's Lund was big, about nine-and-a-half inches long, over two inches around with a bulging, gorged Lund-head and heavy balls. They swung at her Choot-lips and buttocks and thighs as he moved faster and faster, gasping and grunting like a rutting dog. His Lund glistened with their juices. His Lund distended her Choot-lips wide open, and raked her inflamed Choot-Dana as it rasped and squelched into her Choot again and again. He skewered her deeply, running his Lund-sword into her Choot-sheath repeatedly with a wicked roll of his taut hips. She moaned and gasped, her body jerking and snapping back and forth on the bed, her Mummey jiggling with his thrusts.
She squeezed them and moaned thickly. "OHHHHh... uhhhh … yes-yes-Yes!" Aarti shouted rapturously, her body heaving and writhing and lurching. Sweat streamed off her body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, and her feet high against his strong back. Her Chutad pumped and heaved faster and faster under him as he stroked furiously in and out of her body, ram- fucking her without care, thundering in and out of her flesh with his huge battering ram. She dug her fingers fiercely into his thick arms and shoulders, her long neck arched Tendons popped in her neck. Her face was hot and flushed, stunningly lovely. Her lover's Lund appeared and disappeared from and into her Choot. His buttocks rose and fell, pumping faster and faster. With a loud weep, Aarti orgasmed. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" she shouted, her body tensing and arching, her Choot biting down fiercely on his Lund as she rocked and shuddered in violent ecstasy. "AAAARRHHHHHH … Yes Ohhh take it ... take it! C'mon, whore, take! Unhh yes," the man gasped. He bit his lower lip in tension and flung his head back, his face contorted in a rictus of lust. He rammed into her Choot again and again and again, jerking his hips savagely from side to side, thrusting into her from all angles. Each thrust made her weep out and drove the breath from her with a whooshing gasp and made her back camber steeply, her Choot slamming up to his groin. Once, twice, three, four, five times he plunged into her Choot. At last, he slammed furiously into her and held still, moaning loudly. Aarti gasped and felt his Lund throb inside her, searing hot.
It jerked and quivered and she moaned when she felt the heat of his gunk spewing out. She moaned softly as the thick, white-hot shots of jizz sizzled sharply into her Choot. Spent, the man sank onto her, and kissed her gently, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She held his sweating body, tenderly caressing his head and his powerful back, her fingertips contouring his fine physique. Her Mummey pressed hot against his chest. His Lund began to shrink inside her and slowly, he slipped out of her Choot and rolled over onto his back beside her. She wondered if he had the stamina to fuck her over again. She felt good. It was great sex, satisfying hard and demanding. Her body still tingled, and there was the deliciously sticky crawl of his spunk on her thighs, streaks of it on her Mummey and her lips from the time when he had fucked her mouth and Mummey. She turned to him, rising on an elbow. The man thought she was one of the loveliest creatures he had ever seen. He cupped the side of her face. She kissed his palm tenderly, and then bent to kiss him on the mouth with gentle longing. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. His hand slid down her lovely long neck to the superb swell of her Mummey and cupped the warm Choot. Her nipples were still stiff. He smiled to himself. He would enjoy fucking her again. "C'mon," he murmured. "Suck my Lund some, bitch." Aarti giggled in pleasure, her eyes shining. She bent her head and lasciviously licked and sucked his nipples.
He sighed in pleasure. Slowly, her tongue trickled down his hard body, swirled through his navel and dipped lower to nuzzle his crotch. He spread his legs wide and pulled her head into his groin. She licked and sucked his heavy balls delicately and then slowly took his Lund in her mouth again. The man murmured his pleasure and closed his eyes in surrender. She was an incredibly sexy piece of Gaand and randy as bitch in heat. That was obvious from the minute he saw her earlier that morning. He was a coconut vendor and he wandered the beaches north of the city with a heavy basket of fruit on his head. In the clammy weather of Mumbai, customers for the cool, refreshing milk of his coconuts were usually plentiful. That day, for some reason, he hadn't sold a thing. He kept moving north, from one beach to the next and each was more deserted than the last. He plodded down the tarmac road that ran by the shore. The May sun was fierce, and soon he was dripping with perspiration. The tar sizzled and shimmered and squelched under his thick leather sandals. The road was deserted with large bungalows set well back, fronting the sea.(Posted for chod_dalo group) He noticed a narrow lane that led off the main road towards the sea. An unlocked gate swung open across the driveway that swept around a huge house on the beach. He stepped through the gate and walked down the drive. Evidently, the house belonged to a millionaire. It was a huge, rambling structure, with white adobe walls. It sprawled across multiple levels with broad sundecks at each. A lush garden swept from the house down to the beach which was enclosed on one side by a natural outcrop of rock and on the other by a high masonry wall. The garden was deserted and the house was quiet.
A flashy imported red sports car stood by the front door. He was about to walk across the lawn to the beach, when he saw a figure emerging from the waves. He squinted through the shimmering haze. It was a young woman. The man sucked in his breath sharply when he saw her. He slid back behind some fronds and tucked his basket load behind the luxuriant bushes. He snuggled into the shrubbery and peered onto the beach. She was sensational. She was dressed in a skimpy two piece swim-suit. The Choli was minuscule, thin threads over her shoulders and across her back. In front, they swept over the swell of her superb Mummey and flared into Band-Aid sized strips over her nipples. Her bikini panties were outrageous, little more than a G-string. Twin strings circled her hips and supported a narrow strip that dipped between her thighs. She wore it very low, well below her navel, just above her Jhaant. It barely covered her crotch. She waded out of the water and crossed the beach towards a large, brightly coloured beach umbrella. The sun glittered on her wet body. There was a table and a long deck chair with an adjustable back. She picked up a towel and mopped her face and body. She turned around and he saw that her bikini panties had no back; the strip of cloth became a thin strand that ran between her naked Chutads. As he watched, the girl shook her head, her hands lifting to uncoil her dark hair from the nape of her neck. It tumbled to her waist.
She dropped the towel on the circular table by the umbrella and turned around again. The coconut vendor gaped. She was absolutely stunning. Of medium height, with a fair, completely flawless complexion, she had a high-cheekboned, oval face with an exquisite jaw and a fine, straight nose. Her eyes were lovely, shaped like almonds and rimmed with kohl. Her mouth was sexy and she had perfect, even teeth. Her neck was long and elegant, and led smoothly to full, firm, high Mummey that were like succulent fruit and formed a deep and inviting cleavage. She wore a thin gold chain around her neck. Her belly was flat and firm, the legs lovely and shapely with no saddlebags or lovehandles. Her hips flared, and her waist was narrow, the arms and legs smoothly turned, the ankles and wrists slim, the feet and hands long and elegant. The coconut vendor gaped. She was the loveliest creature he had seen, just like a film star. His Lund swelled in his lungi, his wraparound loincloth, and he felt a stiff clamp in his belly and balls. He ached to fuck her. A large tote bag lay by the chair under the umbrella. She bent to unzip it and her Mummey swung forward. She pulled out a hairbrush and ran it through her hair, then coiled it high on her head. As she lifted her arms, her Mummey rose in her Choli. She shrugged it off. Her Mummey were large and heavy, with long nipples. She massaged them absently, and then pulled down her panties.
The man gaped at the neatly trimmed dark delta framing her Choot. She bent and rummaged in the bag again and her lovely Mummey swung free. She straightened with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She flipped up the spout of the bottle and poured out lotion into her hand and began to smear her body with it. He watched her rub cream into her Mummey, squeezing and fondling them sensuously. She took more cream and massaged into her belly and Chutads and legs, even the insides of her thighs. Her body glistening, she lay down on the chair and put on a pair of dark shades. From where he stood, the coconut vendor had an unobstructed view. "Aarti!" A man's voice called from the house behind him. The coconut vendor turned his head and saw a handsome young man trotting down the path to the beach. He was clad only in a pair of swimming trunks. The coconut vendor noticed his superb physique, the sculpted musculature.
She squeezed them and moaned thickly. "OHHHHh... uhhhh … yes-yes-Yes!" Aarti shouted rapturously, her body heaving and writhing and lurching. Sweat streamed off her body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, and her feet high against his strong back. Her Chutad pumped and heaved faster and faster under him as he stroked furiously in and out of her body, ram- fucking her without care, thundering in and out of her flesh with his huge battering ram. She dug her fingers fiercely into his thick arms and shoulders, her long neck arched Tendons popped in her neck. Her face was hot and flushed, stunningly lovely. Her lover's Lund appeared and disappeared from and into her Choot. His buttocks rose and fell, pumping faster and faster. With a loud weep, Aarti orgasmed. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" she shouted, her body tensing and arching, her Choot biting down fiercely on his Lund as she rocked and shuddered in violent ecstasy. "AAAARRHHHHHH … Yes Ohhh take it ... take it! C'mon, whore, take! Unhh yes," the man gasped. He bit his lower lip in tension and flung his head back, his face contorted in a rictus of lust. He rammed into her Choot again and again and again, jerking his hips savagely from side to side, thrusting into her from all angles. Each thrust made her weep out and drove the breath from her with a whooshing gasp and made her back camber steeply, her Choot slamming up to his groin. Once, twice, three, four, five times he plunged into her Choot. At last, he slammed furiously into her and held still, moaning loudly. Aarti gasped and felt his Lund throb inside her, searing hot.
It jerked and quivered and she moaned when she felt the heat of his gunk spewing out. She moaned softly as the thick, white-hot shots of jizz sizzled sharply into her Choot. Spent, the man sank onto her, and kissed her gently, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She held his sweating body, tenderly caressing his head and his powerful back, her fingertips contouring his fine physique. Her Mummey pressed hot against his chest. His Lund began to shrink inside her and slowly, he slipped out of her Choot and rolled over onto his back beside her. She wondered if he had the stamina to fuck her over again. She felt good. It was great sex, satisfying hard and demanding. Her body still tingled, and there was the deliciously sticky crawl of his spunk on her thighs, streaks of it on her Mummey and her lips from the time when he had fucked her mouth and Mummey. She turned to him, rising on an elbow. The man thought she was one of the loveliest creatures he had ever seen. He cupped the side of her face. She kissed his palm tenderly, and then bent to kiss him on the mouth with gentle longing. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. His hand slid down her lovely long neck to the superb swell of her Mummey and cupped the warm Choot. Her nipples were still stiff. He smiled to himself. He would enjoy fucking her again. "C'mon," he murmured. "Suck my Lund some, bitch." Aarti giggled in pleasure, her eyes shining. She bent her head and lasciviously licked and sucked his nipples.
He sighed in pleasure. Slowly, her tongue trickled down his hard body, swirled through his navel and dipped lower to nuzzle his crotch. He spread his legs wide and pulled her head into his groin. She licked and sucked his heavy balls delicately and then slowly took his Lund in her mouth again. The man murmured his pleasure and closed his eyes in surrender. She was an incredibly sexy piece of Gaand and randy as bitch in heat. That was obvious from the minute he saw her earlier that morning. He was a coconut vendor and he wandered the beaches north of the city with a heavy basket of fruit on his head. In the clammy weather of Mumbai, customers for the cool, refreshing milk of his coconuts were usually plentiful. That day, for some reason, he hadn't sold a thing. He kept moving north, from one beach to the next and each was more deserted than the last. He plodded down the tarmac road that ran by the shore. The May sun was fierce, and soon he was dripping with perspiration. The tar sizzled and shimmered and squelched under his thick leather sandals. The road was deserted with large bungalows set well back, fronting the sea.(Posted for chod_dalo group) He noticed a narrow lane that led off the main road towards the sea. An unlocked gate swung open across the driveway that swept around a huge house on the beach. He stepped through the gate and walked down the drive. Evidently, the house belonged to a millionaire. It was a huge, rambling structure, with white adobe walls. It sprawled across multiple levels with broad sundecks at each. A lush garden swept from the house down to the beach which was enclosed on one side by a natural outcrop of rock and on the other by a high masonry wall. The garden was deserted and the house was quiet.
A flashy imported red sports car stood by the front door. He was about to walk across the lawn to the beach, when he saw a figure emerging from the waves. He squinted through the shimmering haze. It was a young woman. The man sucked in his breath sharply when he saw her. He slid back behind some fronds and tucked his basket load behind the luxuriant bushes. He snuggled into the shrubbery and peered onto the beach. She was sensational. She was dressed in a skimpy two piece swim-suit. The Choli was minuscule, thin threads over her shoulders and across her back. In front, they swept over the swell of her superb Mummey and flared into Band-Aid sized strips over her nipples. Her bikini panties were outrageous, little more than a G-string. Twin strings circled her hips and supported a narrow strip that dipped between her thighs. She wore it very low, well below her navel, just above her Jhaant. It barely covered her crotch. She waded out of the water and crossed the beach towards a large, brightly coloured beach umbrella. The sun glittered on her wet body. There was a table and a long deck chair with an adjustable back. She picked up a towel and mopped her face and body. She turned around and he saw that her bikini panties had no back; the strip of cloth became a thin strand that ran between her naked Chutads. As he watched, the girl shook her head, her hands lifting to uncoil her dark hair from the nape of her neck. It tumbled to her waist.
She dropped the towel on the circular table by the umbrella and turned around again. The coconut vendor gaped. She was absolutely stunning. Of medium height, with a fair, completely flawless complexion, she had a high-cheekboned, oval face with an exquisite jaw and a fine, straight nose. Her eyes were lovely, shaped like almonds and rimmed with kohl. Her mouth was sexy and she had perfect, even teeth. Her neck was long and elegant, and led smoothly to full, firm, high Mummey that were like succulent fruit and formed a deep and inviting cleavage. She wore a thin gold chain around her neck. Her belly was flat and firm, the legs lovely and shapely with no saddlebags or lovehandles. Her hips flared, and her waist was narrow, the arms and legs smoothly turned, the ankles and wrists slim, the feet and hands long and elegant. The coconut vendor gaped. She was the loveliest creature he had seen, just like a film star. His Lund swelled in his lungi, his wraparound loincloth, and he felt a stiff clamp in his belly and balls. He ached to fuck her. A large tote bag lay by the chair under the umbrella. She bent to unzip it and her Mummey swung forward. She pulled out a hairbrush and ran it through her hair, then coiled it high on her head. As she lifted her arms, her Mummey rose in her Choli. She shrugged it off. Her Mummey were large and heavy, with long nipples. She massaged them absently, and then pulled down her panties.
The man gaped at the neatly trimmed dark delta framing her Choot. She bent and rummaged in the bag again and her lovely Mummey swung free. She straightened with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She flipped up the spout of the bottle and poured out lotion into her hand and began to smear her body with it. He watched her rub cream into her Mummey, squeezing and fondling them sensuously. She took more cream and massaged into her belly and Chutads and legs, even the insides of her thighs. Her body glistening, she lay down on the chair and put on a pair of dark shades. From where he stood, the coconut vendor had an unobstructed view. "Aarti!" A man's voice called from the house behind him. The coconut vendor turned his head and saw a handsome young man trotting down the path to the beach. He was clad only in a pair of swimming trunks. The coconut vendor noticed his superb physique, the sculpted musculature.
He jogged down to the beach. "Well, hello, lover boy," she smiled, turning her face and holding out her hand. "Hey. Good swim?" "Lovely. Want to fuck?" "Horny again?" "For you, stud, always," she laughed. The man laughed. "We're out of beer. I'll just run down and get some." "Not dressed like that, you won't." "What? Oh, yeah. I'll put something on." "You'd better. And I want you buttoned to the neck. Don't want any of those randy village girls raping you for that gorgeous bod of yours." The man chuckled. "I'm all yours, babe, all yours. Worry not." "Don't be long." "Can't help it. That's how God made me." She laughed. "Oh, shut up, idiot!" He grinned. "Half an hour. Fuck you then. Nice and hard. Work up a sweat."
She sighed in mock despair. "Well, I guess I'll just have to sit it out. Push off." He grinned and bent to kiss her, squeezing her breast gently. She fondled his penis through his swimming trunks. The youth ran back up the path. A few minutes later he came out and jumped into the convertible and gunned the engine. It boomed its power and the car roared out of the drive. Silence descended again. The coconut vendor turned back to the girl on the beach. His excitement was mounting. The girl was unattended, easy prey. He grinned wolfishly. He waited for a minute to make sure her lover wasn't returning. The memory of that long hot afternoon of glorious sex stirred her libido. Her nipples stiffened as a breeze from the sea plucked at them. A thick river of sweat trickled sexily through the valley between her Mummey. Aarti's lips parted. Slowly, she drew her hands up over her thighs and firm belly to her Mummey. She fondled them, and they swelled and grew turgid. Her pulse began to quicken. She squeezed the fleshy mounds together, rubbing and rolling the hard nipples under her palms. Her elegant fingers pincered her nipples, kneading and tweaking and plucking at them, and she bit her lower lip as a sudden jolt of electric lust flickered through her loins and Mummey. Her legs split apart and she felt the first, delicious dewdrop of Choot-juice ooze between her thighs. The coconut vendor gasped softly as he realised what she was doing.
Aarti slid a finger down her crack, parting her Choot-lips gently with one hand, the other still on her nipples. Her finger curved into her Choot. She arched her back slowly, in exquisite delight, and slid her finger in deeper, to the knuckle, feeling the moist heat of her Choot and the hard tongue of her Choot-Dana. She began to masturbate slowly. Behind her, the coconut vendor, too, was masturbating. His eyes were riveted on her body. His Lund glistened with precum gunk as he stroked its enormity and his Lund and fingers soon grew sticky with pale jizz-froth. He groaned softly. His Lund was rock-hard and hot, throbbing and pulsating excitedly in his pumping fist. On the deck-chair, Aarti's hips lurched at her wrist. Her shoulders were hunched; her head flung back, her lips parted in a wide 'O'. She mauled her Mummey with mounting excitement, pumping the other hand between her legs. Her hips jerked up and down. Without pausing in her masturbation, she groped in her tote with her other hand and pulled out something. The coconut vendor squinted, trying to make out what it was. She pulled it free of the bag and he gasped when he saw that it was a fake Lund, a dildo. It was ten inches in length, with a two inch diameter shaft. It was dark, the colour of a black man's Lund.
The shaft was ingeniously ribbed and pitted, criss-crossed with ridges and unpredictable bulges, knobs and spikes. It was of hard rubber, and the spikes were flexible. It had a thick Lund-head and a strap around its base. Aarti looped the strap over one wrist and flicked the switch. It hummed softly and shook in her hand, growing hot and hard, like a real Lund. The coconut vendor looked at her curiously, wondering what she was up to. Moaning to herself, Aarti kissed the ersatz Lund-head, and licked and caressed its shaft. It had a brace of balls at the base and she sucked these, relishing the feel of the uneven surface on her tongue and between her lips. She caressed her face with the dildo, rubbing it sensuously across her lips and cheeks, sucking and nibbling the Lund-head. She slid the dildo over her Mummey, rubbing it over her nipples, shivering in delight. Then she dragged it lower yet, down her belly, caressing the insides of her thighs and her Choot-lips. She paused with it between her thighs. Her legs split apart and hooked over the arms of the chair and she slouched in the chair with her shoulders hunched, her Mummey squeezed together, both hands holding the shaft. Slowly, she pushed the Lund-head into her Choot, and gasped loudly as the big Lund-head stretched her Choot-lips open and bit into her flesh. Her back arched, her breath hissed between clenched teeth and her body tensed. She pushed it deeper still, jerking it slowly from side to side, moaning and gasping, her head arching back. She licked her parched lips, murmuring in pleasure. Her Choot flamed with lust.
Her thighs trembled with tension. Slowly, they yielded and relaxed and spread further apart and she pressed the vibrator deeper into her Choot. It felt good, big and hard and thick, filling her Choot to the brim, the spikes and hard knobs scraping and pressing on her gorged Choot-Dana as she slid it in deeper. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared inside her till at last it was fully embedded in her Choot. Aarti moaned loudly. Behind the bushes, the young man gaped, stunned. He had never even imagined anything like this.(Posted for chod_dalo group) Aarti began to fuck herself. Her hands pumped back and forth, driving the big dildo in and out of her Choot. Now her hips jerked and heaved with rising urgency. Her head arched and she gasped loudly with pleasure. The thick shaft glistened with her Choot-juices. Faster and faster she went, her hand moving the vibrator-dildo feverishly back and forth. She pressed the button at the dildo's base. Instantly, the thing came alive, buzzing loudly, vibrating gently at first, and then faster and faster. Automatically, it moved back and forth, in an ingenious simulation of a real Lund. It had been extensively field tested, and the reports had been rapturous, to say the least. The activated electric current ran through its in-built filaments, heating the water inside it till it was bubbling and steaming. The fluid pumped through the minute canals in the shaft, making it throb. Aarti went wild.
She masturbated wildly, her hips heaving, her voice rising loud and clear. "OHHHHHh .... uhhh .... OHHHHHH!" she shouted. She orgasmed, shuddering and moaning, gasping and tensing, arching steeply, jerking the vibrator furiously and twisting this way and that in her Choot. At the last minute, as she hit her peak, she punched the button again. The machine in her Choot ballooned to monstrous proportions inside her Choot, buzzed and vibrated violently, twitched rapidly back and forth several times, and then, with a deep hiss, spat sharp jets of heated water deep into her Choot. On and on it went, ejaculating like a real Lund, and with each cum-shot, she arched and moaned, her clawed fingers keeping the dildo pinned inside her flesh till it was spent and drained. Gasping, she slid the vibrator slowly out of her Choot and tossed it on the table. She lay back, panting and sweating, her loins tingling with lust. She caressed her Choot and Mummey dreamily, her chest heaving. The man couldn't stand it any more. Grabbing his basket of coconuts, his Lund tucked back into his loincloth, he walked rapidly down the beach towards her. The soft sand and the crash of the waves muffled his footsteps and she didn't hear him till he was standing beside her. Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing hard, her naked body glistening with sweat. Her nipples were still nut-hard. Her hands were over her Mummey, gently caressing them. For a minute, the man stood there, looking at her greedily.
She sensed someone by her and, thinking it to be Nikunj, her friend, smiled prettily. She squeezed her Mummey in provocation and ran her tongue lasciviously across her upper lip. "C'mon lover, come and fuck me," she murmured. Without opening her eyes, she turned her head and reached lazily for where she thought she would find her lover's Lund. Her fingers fell on the bulging tumescence in his lungi and she gasped, her eyes snapping open. "Who ... what?" she gasped in shock. "Nariel-paniwalla," he said with a grin. "Coconut vendor. Want some?" Her hand was still on his Lund. She flipped her sunglasses onto her head and looked at him steadily. She was trapped. The piquancy of the situation didn't escape her. The shock ebbed. A sudden frisson of sexual excitement coursed through her as she realised that he had probably watched her masturbating. Looking him up and down, she decided that she liked what she saw. He was very dark, obviously a southerner. He wasn't very tall, but his body was good.
His shirt was open low and she saw that his chest was nicely curved and cleaved, solid, the belly hard and flat, the torso smooth and hairless. He wore a black thread and an amulet around his neck. His lungi was tucked up to his thighs and she noticed that his legs, like his arms, were strong and thick. He had a rounded face, with a thin mustache, good teeth, a thick nose and fleshy lips. His hair was short and curly, cropped close, the eyes small and piercing, glittering with lustfire. His hips were small, the Chutads taut and firm, well rounded. The Lund beneath her fingers felt good and hard and big. She squeezed it gently and smiled. "Yes," she murmured. "Yes. I want some. Thin cream or thick?" "The coconuts have thin cream," he answered smoothly. She smiled again in approval. Evidently, he had a sense of humour. "Fine, give me one," she murmured lying back, releasing his Lund.
She sighed in mock despair. "Well, I guess I'll just have to sit it out. Push off." He grinned and bent to kiss her, squeezing her breast gently. She fondled his penis through his swimming trunks. The youth ran back up the path. A few minutes later he came out and jumped into the convertible and gunned the engine. It boomed its power and the car roared out of the drive. Silence descended again. The coconut vendor turned back to the girl on the beach. His excitement was mounting. The girl was unattended, easy prey. He grinned wolfishly. He waited for a minute to make sure her lover wasn't returning. The memory of that long hot afternoon of glorious sex stirred her libido. Her nipples stiffened as a breeze from the sea plucked at them. A thick river of sweat trickled sexily through the valley between her Mummey. Aarti's lips parted. Slowly, she drew her hands up over her thighs and firm belly to her Mummey. She fondled them, and they swelled and grew turgid. Her pulse began to quicken. She squeezed the fleshy mounds together, rubbing and rolling the hard nipples under her palms. Her elegant fingers pincered her nipples, kneading and tweaking and plucking at them, and she bit her lower lip as a sudden jolt of electric lust flickered through her loins and Mummey. Her legs split apart and she felt the first, delicious dewdrop of Choot-juice ooze between her thighs. The coconut vendor gasped softly as he realised what she was doing.
Aarti slid a finger down her crack, parting her Choot-lips gently with one hand, the other still on her nipples. Her finger curved into her Choot. She arched her back slowly, in exquisite delight, and slid her finger in deeper, to the knuckle, feeling the moist heat of her Choot and the hard tongue of her Choot-Dana. She began to masturbate slowly. Behind her, the coconut vendor, too, was masturbating. His eyes were riveted on her body. His Lund glistened with precum gunk as he stroked its enormity and his Lund and fingers soon grew sticky with pale jizz-froth. He groaned softly. His Lund was rock-hard and hot, throbbing and pulsating excitedly in his pumping fist. On the deck-chair, Aarti's hips lurched at her wrist. Her shoulders were hunched; her head flung back, her lips parted in a wide 'O'. She mauled her Mummey with mounting excitement, pumping the other hand between her legs. Her hips jerked up and down. Without pausing in her masturbation, she groped in her tote with her other hand and pulled out something. The coconut vendor squinted, trying to make out what it was. She pulled it free of the bag and he gasped when he saw that it was a fake Lund, a dildo. It was ten inches in length, with a two inch diameter shaft. It was dark, the colour of a black man's Lund.
The shaft was ingeniously ribbed and pitted, criss-crossed with ridges and unpredictable bulges, knobs and spikes. It was of hard rubber, and the spikes were flexible. It had a thick Lund-head and a strap around its base. Aarti looped the strap over one wrist and flicked the switch. It hummed softly and shook in her hand, growing hot and hard, like a real Lund. The coconut vendor looked at her curiously, wondering what she was up to. Moaning to herself, Aarti kissed the ersatz Lund-head, and licked and caressed its shaft. It had a brace of balls at the base and she sucked these, relishing the feel of the uneven surface on her tongue and between her lips. She caressed her face with the dildo, rubbing it sensuously across her lips and cheeks, sucking and nibbling the Lund-head. She slid the dildo over her Mummey, rubbing it over her nipples, shivering in delight. Then she dragged it lower yet, down her belly, caressing the insides of her thighs and her Choot-lips. She paused with it between her thighs. Her legs split apart and hooked over the arms of the chair and she slouched in the chair with her shoulders hunched, her Mummey squeezed together, both hands holding the shaft. Slowly, she pushed the Lund-head into her Choot, and gasped loudly as the big Lund-head stretched her Choot-lips open and bit into her flesh. Her back arched, her breath hissed between clenched teeth and her body tensed. She pushed it deeper still, jerking it slowly from side to side, moaning and gasping, her head arching back. She licked her parched lips, murmuring in pleasure. Her Choot flamed with lust.
Her thighs trembled with tension. Slowly, they yielded and relaxed and spread further apart and she pressed the vibrator deeper into her Choot. It felt good, big and hard and thick, filling her Choot to the brim, the spikes and hard knobs scraping and pressing on her gorged Choot-Dana as she slid it in deeper. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared inside her till at last it was fully embedded in her Choot. Aarti moaned loudly. Behind the bushes, the young man gaped, stunned. He had never even imagined anything like this.(Posted for chod_dalo group) Aarti began to fuck herself. Her hands pumped back and forth, driving the big dildo in and out of her Choot. Now her hips jerked and heaved with rising urgency. Her head arched and she gasped loudly with pleasure. The thick shaft glistened with her Choot-juices. Faster and faster she went, her hand moving the vibrator-dildo feverishly back and forth. She pressed the button at the dildo's base. Instantly, the thing came alive, buzzing loudly, vibrating gently at first, and then faster and faster. Automatically, it moved back and forth, in an ingenious simulation of a real Lund. It had been extensively field tested, and the reports had been rapturous, to say the least. The activated electric current ran through its in-built filaments, heating the water inside it till it was bubbling and steaming. The fluid pumped through the minute canals in the shaft, making it throb. Aarti went wild.
She masturbated wildly, her hips heaving, her voice rising loud and clear. "OHHHHHh .... uhhh .... OHHHHHH!" she shouted. She orgasmed, shuddering and moaning, gasping and tensing, arching steeply, jerking the vibrator furiously and twisting this way and that in her Choot. At the last minute, as she hit her peak, she punched the button again. The machine in her Choot ballooned to monstrous proportions inside her Choot, buzzed and vibrated violently, twitched rapidly back and forth several times, and then, with a deep hiss, spat sharp jets of heated water deep into her Choot. On and on it went, ejaculating like a real Lund, and with each cum-shot, she arched and moaned, her clawed fingers keeping the dildo pinned inside her flesh till it was spent and drained. Gasping, she slid the vibrator slowly out of her Choot and tossed it on the table. She lay back, panting and sweating, her loins tingling with lust. She caressed her Choot and Mummey dreamily, her chest heaving. The man couldn't stand it any more. Grabbing his basket of coconuts, his Lund tucked back into his loincloth, he walked rapidly down the beach towards her. The soft sand and the crash of the waves muffled his footsteps and she didn't hear him till he was standing beside her. Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing hard, her naked body glistening with sweat. Her nipples were still nut-hard. Her hands were over her Mummey, gently caressing them. For a minute, the man stood there, looking at her greedily.
She sensed someone by her and, thinking it to be Nikunj, her friend, smiled prettily. She squeezed her Mummey in provocation and ran her tongue lasciviously across her upper lip. "C'mon lover, come and fuck me," she murmured. Without opening her eyes, she turned her head and reached lazily for where she thought she would find her lover's Lund. Her fingers fell on the bulging tumescence in his lungi and she gasped, her eyes snapping open. "Who ... what?" she gasped in shock. "Nariel-paniwalla," he said with a grin. "Coconut vendor. Want some?" Her hand was still on his Lund. She flipped her sunglasses onto her head and looked at him steadily. She was trapped. The piquancy of the situation didn't escape her. The shock ebbed. A sudden frisson of sexual excitement coursed through her as she realised that he had probably watched her masturbating. Looking him up and down, she decided that she liked what she saw. He was very dark, obviously a southerner. He wasn't very tall, but his body was good.
His shirt was open low and she saw that his chest was nicely curved and cleaved, solid, the belly hard and flat, the torso smooth and hairless. He wore a black thread and an amulet around his neck. His lungi was tucked up to his thighs and she noticed that his legs, like his arms, were strong and thick. He had a rounded face, with a thin mustache, good teeth, a thick nose and fleshy lips. His hair was short and curly, cropped close, the eyes small and piercing, glittering with lustfire. His hips were small, the Chutads taut and firm, well rounded. The Lund beneath her fingers felt good and hard and big. She squeezed it gently and smiled. "Yes," she murmured. "Yes. I want some. Thin cream or thick?" "The coconuts have thin cream," he answered smoothly. She smiled again in approval. Evidently, he had a sense of humour. "Fine, give me one," she murmured lying back, releasing his Lund.
The man bent and lowered his basket of fruit beside her, acutely aware of the proximity of her Mummey and naked loins. She shifted slightly, moving her legs wider apart. For a moment, he froze, bent over, his back to her face, his Chutads thrust out, his head up, his eyes locked on the sight of the neat little triangle of silken dark pubic hair, the wink of her Choot-lips as they unfurled. She slid her hand up the backs of his thighs under his lungi and over his naked Chutad. He tensed. "Hurry up," she murmured. "I'm very thirsty." He selected a coconut and straightened her fingers cool and gentle on his Chutad. He tried not to squirm as he rapped the fruit it expertly with his knuckle, tossing it round and round in his palm. Satisfied, he picked up his long machete and, deftly sliced the skin off the coconut head, and then hammered it open.
It was brimming with cool, sweet liquid. He dunked a plastic straw into it and handed it to her. Aarti flipped the straw out. She held the fruit in one hand and tilted it to her lips. The juice was cool and sweet and refreshing. It dribbled over her chin down her neck. The man watched as it rivered between her Mummey. She drained it and gave it back to him. "Scoop the cream for me," she murmured. He plunged his lancet into the soft flesh and with a few rapid circular strokes scraped out the milky white coconut cream and handed it back to her. She dipped her fingers into it and plucked out a long, slimy, slippery strand of the meat. Tilting her face back, she parted her lips wide, holding the coconut meat aloft. Her tongue slipped out and flicked at the dangling tail of the coconut, coiled around it, slowly drew it in, sucking and finally chewing on it. It was an incredibly erotic performance. She plucked at another piece and quite deliberately let it fall on her Mummey. There was no more in the coconut and she tossed it back into his basket. The man remained where he was, watching her. She took the strand of coconut flesh on her chest in two fingers and drew it in a wet, slippery line over one Mummey till it covered her nipple. It felt cool and moist and her lips parted in excitement. She squeezed his Chutad gently and slid a finger into the cleft. The man's hips twitched. She slid a hand lower, between his legs and her fingers found his naked Lund beneath his loincloth. The man gasped softly. "Now I want to eat a banana," she murmured. He turned around and flicked his lungi up over his hips. Aarti smiled. His Lund was dark and big, and, she noted with pleasure, circumcised. She knew from experience that they tended to last longer.
He was probably a Muslim. Not yet fully erect, it was seven inches long and nearly two inches thick and growing rapidly in her fist. She looked at it hungrily. The man shuffled closer and she turned her face to his crotch. She began to masturbate him. Soon, his Lund was rock-hard, throbbing in her fingers. His balls were big and heavy. She cupped them gently, teasing and tickling them. His pubic hair was thick and springy. With a quick flick of his wrist, the coconut vendor untied his lungi and flung it clear. He heard her moan softly and he chuckled and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Naked, he was even better looking, his dark body glistening with sweat, superbly muscled. Smiling down at her, he shuffled closer, his Lund thrusting out at her face. He stretched an arm and cupped her Mummey in his hand. She shivered, her lips fluttering open, and he felt her Mummey grow heavier in his palm as he fondled it gently. Her nipple stiffened at his touch and he flicked it with his thumb. He dragged the coconut meat in a slippery trail across her nipple and she shivered in delight. Dragging it down into her cleavage, he drew it over her other Mummey and began to rub her nipple with it. She gasped softly, her rigid nipple quivering at his touch. She released his Lund and lifted her Mummey, squeezing them tightly together. Grinning with excitement, the man bent over and made her gasp by clamping his lips firmly around her free nipple, sucking on it with a steadily increasing pressure, nibbling gently. He moved to the other Mummey, and began to gnaw the coconut meat, sucking it half into his mouth and moving it round and round her nipple. His tongue and teeth and lips were all over her Mummey and nipple.
She gasped softly and arched, her fingers entwining in his hair, her back bending to feed more of his Mummey into his hot mouth. His tongue was wonderful, rough and thick and wet and hot, flicking her nipple this way and that. He grunted suddenly as she craned her head and he felt her hot lips clamp on his nipple, her teeth delicately biting and gnawing while her free hand returned to his Lund. "I want to such your Lund," she mumbled, swirling her tongue over his nipple. As aroused by the obscenity of her words as he was by her body, the coconut vendor straightened and thrust his Lund at her mouth again. With one hand on her head, he pulled it forward to his loins, his other hand still kneading her hard Mummey. Holding his Lund, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue out and swirled it gently round his Lund-head, savouring the musky tang of his Lund-meat. His breath hissed between his teeth and his belly sucked in sharply. He bent his head, watching her, transfixed by the sight of her pointed, pink tongue flickering like a serpent's on his Lund-head. Her tongue moved with increasing rapidity and he felt the heat build in his loins. At last, she opened her mouth wide and slipped her lips around his Lund-head. The man gasped, his head snapping back. Her mouth was incredible, hot and wet, her tongue electrifying.(Posted for chod_dalo group) She sucked his Lund greedily, taking him deep in her mouth, her face distended. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, and her tongue did magical things to his Lund-head. The man gasped and grunted and began to moan with pleasure as he fucked her face, moving her head and rocking his hips back and forth. He mauled and kneaded her Mummey feverishly, relishing the feel of the heavy mounds, grown turgid with excitement, the rigid nipples quivering and rasping across his callused palms. Soon, his Lund and her fist and lips grew slippery with his pre-cum gunk. It left slimy trails on her fingers and chin. She paused, gasping, deeply aroused, and caressed her face with his Lund. He jerked her head back to his crotch and she sucked his Lund again.
Her mouth was incredible, and the heat in his loins became unbearable. His Lund throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. He flung his head back as he fucked her mouth, his hips jerking back and forth, his Chutads flexing and unflexing. "Yes .... uhhhhh ... yes ... suck ... suck it! Suck harder... yes ... yes ... suck it harder ... uuhhhhhh oh god.... Suck you whore bitch.... Ohhhhh!" he called obscenely, his Lund sliding in and out of her mouth. His loins flaming with lust heat, he made her get out of the chair and kneel before him, so that he could fuck her mouth deeper and harder. Her lust was uncontainable now, and she obeyed with alacrity, kneeling before her anonymous lover and taking his Lund deep in her mouth, holding it in one hand and sucking feverishly. Aarti's head rocked rapidly back and forth between his legs. His hips pumped and writhed, and he flung his head back and gasped and grunted his joy. Somehow, he resisted the urge to explode and come in her mouth. He had to take her now, thrust his Lund into her Choot and possess her. He could not be denied any longer. He broke away from her, panting and gasping. She, too, wanted to be taken like slut, fucked like a bitch in heat. She turned around on her forearms and knees, spreading her thighs wide, her Chutads thrust back at him in obscene invitation. She thrust a hand between her legs and pulled her dripping Choot-lips open for him. The sight drove him wild with excitement. "Come on ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" Aarti muttered thickly. The vision of her stunning body made him dizzy with excitement. Her Mummey and the gold chain around her neck dangled and swung and the bun at the nape of her long, elegant neck now come loose, silken hair framing her lovely face. He dropped to his knees behind her, his Lund in his hand.
It was hard and dark, throbbing greedily, and thick veins pulsed angrily along its length. The coconut vendor moaned at the sight of her fingers clawing her hair-rimmed Choot open. He shuffled forward and pressing his Lund to her Choot. His Lund-head seared at the portals of her flesh and she moaned softly, bending forward, lifting her Chutads steeply. "C'mon ... c'mon, you madarchod ... hurry ... fuck me, baby ... fuck my Choot ... fuck me hard ... c'mon, you son of a bitch! Do it!" Aarti gasped, frantic for his Lund. "C'mon ... c'mon you fucking pimp ... fuck me! Fuck my Choot, motherfucker! Fuck me hard!" The obscenities goaded him. Holding her slender waist, his strong thumbs lobing her Chutads outward, he slammed his hips forward with a loud moan, his head snapping back, his eyes hooding and his mouth jerking open. Her Choot was hot and steaming, tight as a vice, and it swallowed his Lund in its entirety, clamping fiercely on it, spasming uncontrollably, greedily. "OHHHHHHHhh .... yes!" he went. His Lund was fiery hot, burning and throbbing fiercely inside her Choot. Aarti's head jerked up, and her mouth tore open in a wide 'O' of hot joy as she felt his monstrous pole sizzle and ream into her Choot. Her Mummey were gorged and hot, her long nipples rigid with excitement. His Lund was fantastic, hot and big and hard and thick, filling her Choot. She squeezed her Choot on it greedily, dizzy with lust. He slid his hands under her lovely body to cup her pendulous Mummey. He squeezed them hard. She moaned. Her back was superb, beautifully arched and curved, the waist small and taut, the hips flared. Her back curved sweetly inward to the delectable, long hollow of her spine.
It was brimming with cool, sweet liquid. He dunked a plastic straw into it and handed it to her. Aarti flipped the straw out. She held the fruit in one hand and tilted it to her lips. The juice was cool and sweet and refreshing. It dribbled over her chin down her neck. The man watched as it rivered between her Mummey. She drained it and gave it back to him. "Scoop the cream for me," she murmured. He plunged his lancet into the soft flesh and with a few rapid circular strokes scraped out the milky white coconut cream and handed it back to her. She dipped her fingers into it and plucked out a long, slimy, slippery strand of the meat. Tilting her face back, she parted her lips wide, holding the coconut meat aloft. Her tongue slipped out and flicked at the dangling tail of the coconut, coiled around it, slowly drew it in, sucking and finally chewing on it. It was an incredibly erotic performance. She plucked at another piece and quite deliberately let it fall on her Mummey. There was no more in the coconut and she tossed it back into his basket. The man remained where he was, watching her. She took the strand of coconut flesh on her chest in two fingers and drew it in a wet, slippery line over one Mummey till it covered her nipple. It felt cool and moist and her lips parted in excitement. She squeezed his Chutad gently and slid a finger into the cleft. The man's hips twitched. She slid a hand lower, between his legs and her fingers found his naked Lund beneath his loincloth. The man gasped softly. "Now I want to eat a banana," she murmured. He turned around and flicked his lungi up over his hips. Aarti smiled. His Lund was dark and big, and, she noted with pleasure, circumcised. She knew from experience that they tended to last longer.
He was probably a Muslim. Not yet fully erect, it was seven inches long and nearly two inches thick and growing rapidly in her fist. She looked at it hungrily. The man shuffled closer and she turned her face to his crotch. She began to masturbate him. Soon, his Lund was rock-hard, throbbing in her fingers. His balls were big and heavy. She cupped them gently, teasing and tickling them. His pubic hair was thick and springy. With a quick flick of his wrist, the coconut vendor untied his lungi and flung it clear. He heard her moan softly and he chuckled and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Naked, he was even better looking, his dark body glistening with sweat, superbly muscled. Smiling down at her, he shuffled closer, his Lund thrusting out at her face. He stretched an arm and cupped her Mummey in his hand. She shivered, her lips fluttering open, and he felt her Mummey grow heavier in his palm as he fondled it gently. Her nipple stiffened at his touch and he flicked it with his thumb. He dragged the coconut meat in a slippery trail across her nipple and she shivered in delight. Dragging it down into her cleavage, he drew it over her other Mummey and began to rub her nipple with it. She gasped softly, her rigid nipple quivering at his touch. She released his Lund and lifted her Mummey, squeezing them tightly together. Grinning with excitement, the man bent over and made her gasp by clamping his lips firmly around her free nipple, sucking on it with a steadily increasing pressure, nibbling gently. He moved to the other Mummey, and began to gnaw the coconut meat, sucking it half into his mouth and moving it round and round her nipple. His tongue and teeth and lips were all over her Mummey and nipple.
She gasped softly and arched, her fingers entwining in his hair, her back bending to feed more of his Mummey into his hot mouth. His tongue was wonderful, rough and thick and wet and hot, flicking her nipple this way and that. He grunted suddenly as she craned her head and he felt her hot lips clamp on his nipple, her teeth delicately biting and gnawing while her free hand returned to his Lund. "I want to such your Lund," she mumbled, swirling her tongue over his nipple. As aroused by the obscenity of her words as he was by her body, the coconut vendor straightened and thrust his Lund at her mouth again. With one hand on her head, he pulled it forward to his loins, his other hand still kneading her hard Mummey. Holding his Lund, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue out and swirled it gently round his Lund-head, savouring the musky tang of his Lund-meat. His breath hissed between his teeth and his belly sucked in sharply. He bent his head, watching her, transfixed by the sight of her pointed, pink tongue flickering like a serpent's on his Lund-head. Her tongue moved with increasing rapidity and he felt the heat build in his loins. At last, she opened her mouth wide and slipped her lips around his Lund-head. The man gasped, his head snapping back. Her mouth was incredible, hot and wet, her tongue electrifying.(Posted for chod_dalo group) She sucked his Lund greedily, taking him deep in her mouth, her face distended. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, and her tongue did magical things to his Lund-head. The man gasped and grunted and began to moan with pleasure as he fucked her face, moving her head and rocking his hips back and forth. He mauled and kneaded her Mummey feverishly, relishing the feel of the heavy mounds, grown turgid with excitement, the rigid nipples quivering and rasping across his callused palms. Soon, his Lund and her fist and lips grew slippery with his pre-cum gunk. It left slimy trails on her fingers and chin. She paused, gasping, deeply aroused, and caressed her face with his Lund. He jerked her head back to his crotch and she sucked his Lund again.
Her mouth was incredible, and the heat in his loins became unbearable. His Lund throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. He flung his head back as he fucked her mouth, his hips jerking back and forth, his Chutads flexing and unflexing. "Yes .... uhhhhh ... yes ... suck ... suck it! Suck harder... yes ... yes ... suck it harder ... uuhhhhhh oh god.... Suck you whore bitch.... Ohhhhh!" he called obscenely, his Lund sliding in and out of her mouth. His loins flaming with lust heat, he made her get out of the chair and kneel before him, so that he could fuck her mouth deeper and harder. Her lust was uncontainable now, and she obeyed with alacrity, kneeling before her anonymous lover and taking his Lund deep in her mouth, holding it in one hand and sucking feverishly. Aarti's head rocked rapidly back and forth between his legs. His hips pumped and writhed, and he flung his head back and gasped and grunted his joy. Somehow, he resisted the urge to explode and come in her mouth. He had to take her now, thrust his Lund into her Choot and possess her. He could not be denied any longer. He broke away from her, panting and gasping. She, too, wanted to be taken like slut, fucked like a bitch in heat. She turned around on her forearms and knees, spreading her thighs wide, her Chutads thrust back at him in obscene invitation. She thrust a hand between her legs and pulled her dripping Choot-lips open for him. The sight drove him wild with excitement. "Come on ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" Aarti muttered thickly. The vision of her stunning body made him dizzy with excitement. Her Mummey and the gold chain around her neck dangled and swung and the bun at the nape of her long, elegant neck now come loose, silken hair framing her lovely face. He dropped to his knees behind her, his Lund in his hand.
It was hard and dark, throbbing greedily, and thick veins pulsed angrily along its length. The coconut vendor moaned at the sight of her fingers clawing her hair-rimmed Choot open. He shuffled forward and pressing his Lund to her Choot. His Lund-head seared at the portals of her flesh and she moaned softly, bending forward, lifting her Chutads steeply. "C'mon ... c'mon, you madarchod ... hurry ... fuck me, baby ... fuck my Choot ... fuck me hard ... c'mon, you son of a bitch! Do it!" Aarti gasped, frantic for his Lund. "C'mon ... c'mon you fucking pimp ... fuck me! Fuck my Choot, motherfucker! Fuck me hard!" The obscenities goaded him. Holding her slender waist, his strong thumbs lobing her Chutads outward, he slammed his hips forward with a loud moan, his head snapping back, his eyes hooding and his mouth jerking open. Her Choot was hot and steaming, tight as a vice, and it swallowed his Lund in its entirety, clamping fiercely on it, spasming uncontrollably, greedily. "OHHHHHHHhh .... yes!" he went. His Lund was fiery hot, burning and throbbing fiercely inside her Choot. Aarti's head jerked up, and her mouth tore open in a wide 'O' of hot joy as she felt his monstrous pole sizzle and ream into her Choot. Her Mummey were gorged and hot, her long nipples rigid with excitement. His Lund was fantastic, hot and big and hard and thick, filling her Choot. She squeezed her Choot on it greedily, dizzy with lust. He slid his hands under her lovely body to cup her pendulous Mummey. He squeezed them hard. She moaned. Her back was superb, beautifully arched and curved, the waist small and taut, the hips flared. Her back curved sweetly inward to the delectable, long hollow of her spine.
The gold chain glistened around her neck. He held her Mummey, moved out and slammed in hard again with a shuddering moan. She shouteded out. Her throat was raw and the breath hissed from her parted lips. She began to jerk and move under him, moaning obscenely, panting and gasping. Her Chutads swung and writhed ecstatically against his loins, grinding round and round. She rocked back and forth with rising urgency, lurching forward on her forearms, and then pushing her butt back hard to his groin, impaling her Choot on his massive Lund.
The man gasped, straightening, the heat in his loins almost unbearable. Her Choot slid up and down the length of his Lund. He gasped loudly, his head bent, watching transfixed as her Choot gobbled his Lund, slid up, then down again. He caressed her Chutads and, parting them, fingered her anus. She moaned, moving faster still. Her Mummey and the gold chain around her neck swung and jiggled and flapped. Her Chutads slapped against his strong thighs, his Lund emerging as her Choot rose up its length, then disappearing as she slid herself back onto him again and again. He could hold still no longer. Holding her by the waist, he began to swing his hips in time to hers. At the same time, he rolled his hips in tight circles, skewering and reaming her Choot from all angles, probing every nook and cranny of her thirsty cram. His hips swinging and bobbing, his Chutads flexing and unflexing powerfully, his mighty, weighty balls slapping at her Chutads, going faster and faster and faster, pistoning like a trip hammer, his Lund reaming and twisting and squeezing into her channel harder and deeper and faster with each thrust, he fucked her like a demon. His shaft rasped against her inflamed Choot-Dana, rasping and sawing in and out. The air split with the sound of their rising voices. "Oh ma … oh ma … yes … yes fuck me ... that's it ... yes ... OHHhh uhhh yes .... Oh fuck yes.. uhhh OH … OH!" she gasped. "OUHHH …. yes-yes-yes … uhhh!" he grunted in response. She soared up the curve of a gigantic climax and, hitting the peak, crashed over into a series of back-to-back orgasms, moaning and shuddering and gasping, her long neck steeply arched, the breath driven from her throat as he rammed in deeper, harder, and faster. He paused as her Choot convulsed on his submerged Lund, and pushed her down onto her front, her Chutads thrust up high at him, her face on side on the sand. He shuffled his legs wide and straddled her hips in a deep squat.
Taking a deep breath and holding her by the hips and Chutads pinned under him, he ram-fucked her savagely and without warning. Hard and deep and fast he took her, his Lund pistoning furiously in and out of her Choot like a battering ram. His belly sucked in with the strain and his powerful body corded, the muscles and tendons popping in his sweating torso. His hips hammered violently back and forth, his enormous Lund ramming and reaming into her flesh. He gasped loudly in time to his thrusts, slamming into her and going ah- uh-ah-uh-ah-uh-ah. He bent forward over her, his arms outstretched on either side of hers and went even faster, his thick Lund glistening and gleaming with their commingled juices as he plundered her frantically convulsing Choot. His Lund pounded and sawed in and out of her Choot, rasping over her gorged Choot-Dana. "OHHHHHHH!" she shouted loudly with her eyes screwed shut in agonised ecstasy, her lovely mouth torn wide open. Her body jerked and lurched under his, writhing uncontrollably. Her voice ululated in ecstasy, and he gasped and panted like a bull, his nostrils flared, his eyes wide, scarcely believing the incredible heat that seared his loins. "UNNNNNNGH …. OH uhh!" he gasped. She came again and again and again and he could hold back no more. With a deep growl he thrust savagely into her several times and finally yielded, gasping as his searing cum spumed in a copious flood into her greedy Choot.
Aarti collapsed, sobbing and gasping, her body trembling with excitement. He had been far better than she had dared hope. The coconut vendor was gasping too, his head bowed, his hands sliding up her body gently to cup her sandy Mummey. She shivered at his touch. His Lund dwindled and slowly, he slid out of her. He sat with his legs folded under him, his chest heaving, gasping and panting. Slowly, she turned around on her back and smiled up at him. He began to rise when she stopped him. "Hey," she said softly, her hand on his Lund. "Where are you going?" A grin split his face. She curled an arm around his head and drew his mouth to her and kissed him deeply, her tongue roving in his mouth. Her Mummey flattened against his chest and her hand was busy between his legs, deftly arousing him. She slithered down till her face was between his legs and he moaned as she took his Lund in her mouth and began to arouse him again. They fucked several times. She sucked him and had him tongue-fuck her Choot. They sixty-nined and then she rolled over and took him between her legs and thrashed and heaved under him, kissing him hungrily, her hips jerking with his, flying from one orgasm to another. They stopped briefly, and went into the house, where she didn't give him time to admire the gorgeous decor, but took him straight to the bathroom. They showered and fucked in the bath, and then returned to bed to continue. And after all that, she still wanted more. She was insatiable, irresistible, a goddess of lust. The man groaned as Aarti bent over his lap, squeezing his rapidly thickening Lund between her gorgeous Mummey.
He moaned softly as her magical tongue coiled about his Lund-head yet again. He could not resist her. Her lips parted and slid about his cum-sticky Lund again, sucking with a gentle, insistent pressure, her tongue flicking and rapping at his Lund-head, winding about it, her head bobbing slowly over his lap, his Lund in her fist. She rose and smoothly swung one slender, perfectly proportioned limb over his hips, straddling his lap, his Lund in her hands. She wanted him deep inside her and she spread her legs, on her feet in a deep squat, slowly impaling herself on his rigid Lund, her lovely face arching back, her hands on his Lund as her Choot sank down lower and lower still, engulfing his Lund deep in her hot flesh. Her shoulders hollowed and she hissed thickly in pleasure. The man fondled her Choot-Dana, her nipples. She moaned, her head jerking to one side, and began to ride him. She bucked heavily on his lap, her hips rising and falling, going up and down, her hairy Choot sliding up the length of his Lund then crashing back again. His Lund glistened and gleamed as it emerged and disappeared. He held her Chutads, parted them, and fingered her anus. She yielded and shouted out sharply as his finger slid into her Gaand-hole. "OHHHHh …. uhh!" Aarti moaned, "Yes oh ma uh yes... fuck me uhh OH!" "C'mon whore take it! Take my Lund ….. UHHH!" he responded. Faster and faster she bucked, the gold chain around her neck tossing, her fair body glistening with sweat.
Her Mummey jiggled and bounced, the nipples painfully erect. His Lund was massive, hot and hard, ridged with glorious thick, hard, heavy veins that rasped against her inflamed Choot-Dana. She hissed sexily, cupping her heavy Mummey and squeezing them, rolling them under her palms. The man bucked under her, drawing his knees up and tossing her on his lap. She shouted out, her mouth in a wide 'O' of delight, arching back to fondle and cup his heavy balls. It was ecstasy, his finger in her anus, now in, now out, his Lund in her Choot, filling her to the brim. Gasping, she paused and rose off his Lund slowly to turn around with her back to him. He slithered down the bed till his hips were at the edge, his feet on the floor. She sat across his lap again, her feet on the floor and, holding his Lund in one hand, eased her Choot down on his Lund again. He watched fascinated as she maneuvered it in her hand, moving it to her Choot- lips, feeding his thick Lund-head into her Choot with elegant fingers and manicured, shapely fingernails, and moving his Lund round and round in her Choot. Then her hot Choot squeezed and clamped on his Lund as she jammed it down hard on his Lund, taking him whole into her flesh. He gripped her hips and bucked under her, his loins blazing with lust. As he rammed his Lund up deep into her Choot, she shouted out, the breath whooshing from her throat, her long neck arched, her mouth jerking wide open. "Ohhh ma uhhh …. yes yes …. Ohhh ma … yes fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Aarti shouted, bucking and jerking in frenzy on his enormous Lund. Aarti rode his Lund, her hands on her knees, her belly sucked in, her Mummey jiggling, and her eyes on the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. She was mesmerised by the sight of his gargantuan pole between her legs emerging and disappearing as her Choot slid up and down its length. His Lund squeezed into her belly.
She cupped her bouncing Mummey and squeezed them in excitement as her Chutads rose and fell faster and faster. "Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck my Choot, madarchod! Fuck me!" she shouted ecstatically. "Take it! Take it, whore! Take my prick! Oh fuck … oh fuck … yes! Ohhh yes! Take it, slut! Take it!" Under her, the coconut vendor groaned and gasped, his hips lurching up and down. She was magnificent, utterly magnificent. She slammed down on his Lund and flexed and unflexed her Chutads rapidly, squeezing his Lund with her Choot. The coconut vendor gasped in joy. Reaching down, she cupped his balls and swung her hips in tight, erotic circles over his lap. Her shoulders were hunched, her Mummey hot and swollen and her belly sucked inward as she mashed her Choot- flesh with his Lund, mashing her sodden Choot. The man grunted and squeezed her Chutads open, pressing a thumb to her anus. Aarti shuddered in pleasure, her head arching, suffused with joy.
The man gasped, straightening, the heat in his loins almost unbearable. Her Choot slid up and down the length of his Lund. He gasped loudly, his head bent, watching transfixed as her Choot gobbled his Lund, slid up, then down again. He caressed her Chutads and, parting them, fingered her anus. She moaned, moving faster still. Her Mummey and the gold chain around her neck swung and jiggled and flapped. Her Chutads slapped against his strong thighs, his Lund emerging as her Choot rose up its length, then disappearing as she slid herself back onto him again and again. He could hold still no longer. Holding her by the waist, he began to swing his hips in time to hers. At the same time, he rolled his hips in tight circles, skewering and reaming her Choot from all angles, probing every nook and cranny of her thirsty cram. His hips swinging and bobbing, his Chutads flexing and unflexing powerfully, his mighty, weighty balls slapping at her Chutads, going faster and faster and faster, pistoning like a trip hammer, his Lund reaming and twisting and squeezing into her channel harder and deeper and faster with each thrust, he fucked her like a demon. His shaft rasped against her inflamed Choot-Dana, rasping and sawing in and out. The air split with the sound of their rising voices. "Oh ma … oh ma … yes … yes fuck me ... that's it ... yes ... OHHhh uhhh yes .... Oh fuck yes.. uhhh OH … OH!" she gasped. "OUHHH …. yes-yes-yes … uhhh!" he grunted in response. She soared up the curve of a gigantic climax and, hitting the peak, crashed over into a series of back-to-back orgasms, moaning and shuddering and gasping, her long neck steeply arched, the breath driven from her throat as he rammed in deeper, harder, and faster. He paused as her Choot convulsed on his submerged Lund, and pushed her down onto her front, her Chutads thrust up high at him, her face on side on the sand. He shuffled his legs wide and straddled her hips in a deep squat.
Taking a deep breath and holding her by the hips and Chutads pinned under him, he ram-fucked her savagely and without warning. Hard and deep and fast he took her, his Lund pistoning furiously in and out of her Choot like a battering ram. His belly sucked in with the strain and his powerful body corded, the muscles and tendons popping in his sweating torso. His hips hammered violently back and forth, his enormous Lund ramming and reaming into her flesh. He gasped loudly in time to his thrusts, slamming into her and going ah- uh-ah-uh-ah-uh-ah. He bent forward over her, his arms outstretched on either side of hers and went even faster, his thick Lund glistening and gleaming with their commingled juices as he plundered her frantically convulsing Choot. His Lund pounded and sawed in and out of her Choot, rasping over her gorged Choot-Dana. "OHHHHHHH!" she shouted loudly with her eyes screwed shut in agonised ecstasy, her lovely mouth torn wide open. Her body jerked and lurched under his, writhing uncontrollably. Her voice ululated in ecstasy, and he gasped and panted like a bull, his nostrils flared, his eyes wide, scarcely believing the incredible heat that seared his loins. "UNNNNNNGH …. OH uhh!" he gasped. She came again and again and again and he could hold back no more. With a deep growl he thrust savagely into her several times and finally yielded, gasping as his searing cum spumed in a copious flood into her greedy Choot.
Aarti collapsed, sobbing and gasping, her body trembling with excitement. He had been far better than she had dared hope. The coconut vendor was gasping too, his head bowed, his hands sliding up her body gently to cup her sandy Mummey. She shivered at his touch. His Lund dwindled and slowly, he slid out of her. He sat with his legs folded under him, his chest heaving, gasping and panting. Slowly, she turned around on her back and smiled up at him. He began to rise when she stopped him. "Hey," she said softly, her hand on his Lund. "Where are you going?" A grin split his face. She curled an arm around his head and drew his mouth to her and kissed him deeply, her tongue roving in his mouth. Her Mummey flattened against his chest and her hand was busy between his legs, deftly arousing him. She slithered down till her face was between his legs and he moaned as she took his Lund in her mouth and began to arouse him again. They fucked several times. She sucked him and had him tongue-fuck her Choot. They sixty-nined and then she rolled over and took him between her legs and thrashed and heaved under him, kissing him hungrily, her hips jerking with his, flying from one orgasm to another. They stopped briefly, and went into the house, where she didn't give him time to admire the gorgeous decor, but took him straight to the bathroom. They showered and fucked in the bath, and then returned to bed to continue. And after all that, she still wanted more. She was insatiable, irresistible, a goddess of lust. The man groaned as Aarti bent over his lap, squeezing his rapidly thickening Lund between her gorgeous Mummey.
He moaned softly as her magical tongue coiled about his Lund-head yet again. He could not resist her. Her lips parted and slid about his cum-sticky Lund again, sucking with a gentle, insistent pressure, her tongue flicking and rapping at his Lund-head, winding about it, her head bobbing slowly over his lap, his Lund in her fist. She rose and smoothly swung one slender, perfectly proportioned limb over his hips, straddling his lap, his Lund in her hands. She wanted him deep inside her and she spread her legs, on her feet in a deep squat, slowly impaling herself on his rigid Lund, her lovely face arching back, her hands on his Lund as her Choot sank down lower and lower still, engulfing his Lund deep in her hot flesh. Her shoulders hollowed and she hissed thickly in pleasure. The man fondled her Choot-Dana, her nipples. She moaned, her head jerking to one side, and began to ride him. She bucked heavily on his lap, her hips rising and falling, going up and down, her hairy Choot sliding up the length of his Lund then crashing back again. His Lund glistened and gleamed as it emerged and disappeared. He held her Chutads, parted them, and fingered her anus. She yielded and shouted out sharply as his finger slid into her Gaand-hole. "OHHHHh …. uhh!" Aarti moaned, "Yes oh ma uh yes... fuck me uhh OH!" "C'mon whore take it! Take my Lund ….. UHHH!" he responded. Faster and faster she bucked, the gold chain around her neck tossing, her fair body glistening with sweat.
Her Mummey jiggled and bounced, the nipples painfully erect. His Lund was massive, hot and hard, ridged with glorious thick, hard, heavy veins that rasped against her inflamed Choot-Dana. She hissed sexily, cupping her heavy Mummey and squeezing them, rolling them under her palms. The man bucked under her, drawing his knees up and tossing her on his lap. She shouted out, her mouth in a wide 'O' of delight, arching back to fondle and cup his heavy balls. It was ecstasy, his finger in her anus, now in, now out, his Lund in her Choot, filling her to the brim. Gasping, she paused and rose off his Lund slowly to turn around with her back to him. He slithered down the bed till his hips were at the edge, his feet on the floor. She sat across his lap again, her feet on the floor and, holding his Lund in one hand, eased her Choot down on his Lund again. He watched fascinated as she maneuvered it in her hand, moving it to her Choot- lips, feeding his thick Lund-head into her Choot with elegant fingers and manicured, shapely fingernails, and moving his Lund round and round in her Choot. Then her hot Choot squeezed and clamped on his Lund as she jammed it down hard on his Lund, taking him whole into her flesh. He gripped her hips and bucked under her, his loins blazing with lust. As he rammed his Lund up deep into her Choot, she shouted out, the breath whooshing from her throat, her long neck arched, her mouth jerking wide open. "Ohhh ma uhhh …. yes yes …. Ohhh ma … yes fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Aarti shouted, bucking and jerking in frenzy on his enormous Lund. Aarti rode his Lund, her hands on her knees, her belly sucked in, her Mummey jiggling, and her eyes on the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. She was mesmerised by the sight of his gargantuan pole between her legs emerging and disappearing as her Choot slid up and down its length. His Lund squeezed into her belly.
She cupped her bouncing Mummey and squeezed them in excitement as her Chutads rose and fell faster and faster. "Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck my Choot, madarchod! Fuck me!" she shouted ecstatically. "Take it! Take it, whore! Take my prick! Oh fuck … oh fuck … yes! Ohhh yes! Take it, slut! Take it!" Under her, the coconut vendor groaned and gasped, his hips lurching up and down. She was magnificent, utterly magnificent. She slammed down on his Lund and flexed and unflexed her Chutads rapidly, squeezing his Lund with her Choot. The coconut vendor gasped in joy. Reaching down, she cupped his balls and swung her hips in tight, erotic circles over his lap. Her shoulders were hunched, her Mummey hot and swollen and her belly sucked inward as she mashed her Choot- flesh with his Lund, mashing her sodden Choot. The man grunted and squeezed her Chutads open, pressing a thumb to her anus. Aarti shuddered in pleasure, her head arching, suffused with joy.
Nikunj caught them at it. They were too deeply enmeshed in lustfire to care. For a second, he stood at the door, watching in stunned surprise as Aarti bucked and bounced on the stranger's Lund. Her body shone with sweat and her face was a vision of lust, the nostrils flared, and the eyes hooded and glassy. As he watched, she swirled her Choot round and round on his Lund. "Yes ... ohh fuck yes ... fuck me lover! Fuck my Choot!" Nikunj heard her say. Nariel Pani Wala – A Hinglish Erotica The man's smooth body glistened with sweat. His chest was wide and deep, his dark torso hard and hairless. He closed his eyes and groaned loudly, his hips grinding down hard as though he intended to drive his entire being into the beautiful flesh of the woman who lay gasping beneath him. Aarti's stunningly beautiful face was turned to one side, her lovely eyes closed and her lips parted in passion. Her Mummey were swollen and hard, her nipples erect. The lust-heat was overpowering. Her body flamed with lust.
The soft, well-sprung bed on which they lay bounced and bucked with her lover's heavy, insistent rhythm. The man's Lund was big, about nine-and-a-half inches long, over two inches around with a bulging, gorged Lund-head and heavy balls. They swung at her Choot-lips and buttocks and thighs as he moved faster and faster, gasping and grunting like a rutting dog. His Lund glistened with their juices. His Lund distended her Choot-lips wide open, and raked her inflamed Choot-Dana as it rasped and squelched into her Choot again and again. He skewered her deeply, running his Lund-sword into her Choot-sheath repeatedly with a wicked roll of his taut hips. She moaned and gasped, her body jerking and snapping back and forth on the bed, her Mummey jiggling with his thrusts. She squeezed them and moaned thickly. "OHHHHh... uhhhh … yes-yes-Yes!" Aarti shouted rapturously, her body heaving and writhing and lurching. Sweat streamed off her body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, and her feet high against his strong back. Her Chutad pumped and heaved faster and faster under him as he stroked furiously in and out of her body, ram- fucking her without care, thundering in and out of her flesh with his huge battering ram. She dug her fingers fiercely into his thick arms and shoulders, her long neck arched Tendons popped in her neck. Her face was hot and flushed, stunningly lovely. Her lover's Lund appeared and disappeared from and into her Choot. His buttocks rose and fell, pumping faster and faster. With a loud weep, Aarti orgasmed. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" she shouted, her body tensing and arching, her Choot biting down fiercely on his Lund as she rocked and shuddered in violent ecstasy. "AAAARRHHHHHH … Yes Ohhh take it ... take it! C'mon, whore, take! Unhh yes," the man gasped. He bit his lower lip in tension and flung his head back, his face contorted in a rictus of lust. He rammed into her Choot again and again and again, jerking his hips savagely from side to side, thrusting into her from all angles.
Each thrust made her weep out and drove the breath from her with a whooshing gasp and made her back camber steeply, her Choot slamming up to his groin. Once, twice, three, four, five times he plunged into her Choot. At last, he slammed furiously into her and held still, moaning loudly. Aarti gasped and felt his Lund throb inside her, searing hot. It jerked and quivered and she moaned when she felt the heat of his gunk spewing out. She moaned softly as the thick, white-hot shots of jizz sizzled sharply into her Choot. Spent, the man sank onto her, and kissed her gently, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She held his sweating body, tenderly caressing his head and his powerful back, her fingertips contouring his fine physique. Her Mummey pressed hot against his chest. His Lund began to shrink inside her and slowly, he slipped out of her Choot and rolled over onto his back beside her. She wondered if he had the stamina to fuck her over again. She felt good. It was great sex, satisfying hard and demanding. Her body still tingled, and there was the deliciously sticky crawl of his spunk on her thighs, streaks of it on her Mummey and her lips from the time when he had fucked her mouth and Mummey. She turned to him, rising on an elbow. The man thought she was one of the loveliest creatures he had ever seen. He cupped the side of her face. She kissed his palm tenderly, and then bent to kiss him on the mouth with gentle longing. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. His hand slid down her lovely long neck to the superb swell of her Mummey and cupped the warm Choot. Her nipples were still stiff. He smiled to himself. He would enjoy fucking her again. "C'mon," he murmured. "Suck my Lund some, bitch." Aarti giggled in pleasure, her eyes shining.
She bent her head and lasciviously licked and sucked his nipples. He sighed in pleasure. Slowly, her tongue trickled down his hard body, swirled through his navel and dipped lower to nuzzle his crotch. He spread his legs wide and pulled her head into his groin. She licked and sucked his heavy balls delicately and then slowly took his Lund in her mouth again. The man murmured his pleasure and closed his eyes in surrender. She was an incredibly sexy piece of Gaand and randy as bitch in heat. That was obvious from the minute he saw her earlier that morning. He was a coconut vendor and he wandered the beaches north of the city with a heavy basket of fruit on his head. In the clammy weather of Mumbai, customers for the cool, refreshing milk of his coconuts were usually plentiful. That day, for some reason, he hadn't sold a thing. He kept moving north, from one beach to the next and each was more deserted than the last. He plodded down the tarmac road that ran by the shore. The May sun was fierce, and soon he was dripping with perspiration. The tar sizzled and shimmered and squelched under his thick leather sandals. The road was deserted with large bungalows set well back, fronting the sea.(Posted for chod_dalo group) He noticed a narrow lane that led off the main road towards the sea. An unlocked gate swung open across the driveway that swept around a huge house on the beach. He stepped through the gate and walked down the drive. Evidently, the house belonged to a millionaire. It was a huge, rambling structure, with white adobe walls. It sprawled across multiple levels with broad sundecks at each.
A lush garden swept from the house down to the beach which was enclosed on one side by a natural outcrop of rock and on the other by a high masonry wall. The garden was deserted and the house was quiet. A flashy imported red sports car stood by the front door. He was about to walk across the lawn to the beach, when he saw a figure emerging from the waves. He squinted through the shimmering haze. It was a young woman. The man sucked in his breath sharply when he saw her. He slid back behind some fronds and tucked his basket load behind the luxuriant bushes. He snuggled into the shrubbery and peered onto the beach. She was sensational. She was dressed in a skimpy two piece swim-suit. The Choli was minuscule, thin threads over her shoulders and across her back. In front, they swept over the swell of her superb Mummey and flared into Band-Aid sized strips over her nipples. Her bikini panties were outrageous, little more than a G-string. Twin strings circled her hips and supported a narrow strip that dipped between her thighs. She wore it very low, well below her navel, just above her Jhaant. It barely covered her crotch. She waded out of the water and crossed the beach towards a large, brightly coloured beach umbrella. The sun glittered on her wet body. There was a table and a long deck chair with an adjustable back. She picked up a towel and mopped her face and body. She turned around and he saw that her bikini panties had no back; the strip of cloth became a thin strand that ran between her naked Chutads. As he watched, the girl shook her head, her hands lifting to uncoil her dark hair from the nape of her neck. It tumbled to her waist. She dropped the towel on the circular table by the umbrella and turned around again. The coconut vendor gaped.
She was absolutely stunning. Of medium height, with a fair, completely flawless complexion, she had a high-cheekboned, oval face with an exquisite jaw and a fine, straight nose. Her eyes were lovely, shaped like almonds and rimmed with kohl. Her mouth was sexy and she had perfect, even teeth. Her neck was long and elegant, and led smoothly to full, firm, high Mummey that were like succulent fruit and formed a deep and inviting cleavage. She wore a thin gold chain around her neck. Her belly was flat and firm, the legs lovely and shapely with no saddlebags or lovehandles. Her hips flared, and her waist was narrow, the arms and legs smoothly turned, the ankles and wrists slim, the feet and hands long and elegant. The coconut vendor gaped. She was the loveliest creature he had seen, just like a film star. His Lund swelled in his lungi, his wraparound loincloth, and he felt a stiff clamp in his belly and balls. He ached to fuck her. A large tote bag lay by the chair under the umbrella. She bent to unzip it and her Mummey swung forward. She pulled out a hairbrush and ran it through her hair, then coiled it high on her head. As she lifted her arms, her Mummey rose in her Choli. She shrugged it off. Her Mummey were large and heavy, with long nipples. She massaged them absently, and then pulled down her panties. The man gaped at the neatly trimmed dark delta framing her Choot. She bent and rummaged in the bag again and her lovely Mummey swung free. She straightened with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She flipped up the spout of the bottle and poured out lotion into her hand and began to smear her body with it.
He watched her rub cream into her Mummey, squeezing and fondling them sensuously.
The soft, well-sprung bed on which they lay bounced and bucked with her lover's heavy, insistent rhythm. The man's Lund was big, about nine-and-a-half inches long, over two inches around with a bulging, gorged Lund-head and heavy balls. They swung at her Choot-lips and buttocks and thighs as he moved faster and faster, gasping and grunting like a rutting dog. His Lund glistened with their juices. His Lund distended her Choot-lips wide open, and raked her inflamed Choot-Dana as it rasped and squelched into her Choot again and again. He skewered her deeply, running his Lund-sword into her Choot-sheath repeatedly with a wicked roll of his taut hips. She moaned and gasped, her body jerking and snapping back and forth on the bed, her Mummey jiggling with his thrusts. She squeezed them and moaned thickly. "OHHHHh... uhhhh … yes-yes-Yes!" Aarti shouted rapturously, her body heaving and writhing and lurching. Sweat streamed off her body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, and her feet high against his strong back. Her Chutad pumped and heaved faster and faster under him as he stroked furiously in and out of her body, ram- fucking her without care, thundering in and out of her flesh with his huge battering ram. She dug her fingers fiercely into his thick arms and shoulders, her long neck arched Tendons popped in her neck. Her face was hot and flushed, stunningly lovely. Her lover's Lund appeared and disappeared from and into her Choot. His buttocks rose and fell, pumping faster and faster. With a loud weep, Aarti orgasmed. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" she shouted, her body tensing and arching, her Choot biting down fiercely on his Lund as she rocked and shuddered in violent ecstasy. "AAAARRHHHHHH … Yes Ohhh take it ... take it! C'mon, whore, take! Unhh yes," the man gasped. He bit his lower lip in tension and flung his head back, his face contorted in a rictus of lust. He rammed into her Choot again and again and again, jerking his hips savagely from side to side, thrusting into her from all angles.
Each thrust made her weep out and drove the breath from her with a whooshing gasp and made her back camber steeply, her Choot slamming up to his groin. Once, twice, three, four, five times he plunged into her Choot. At last, he slammed furiously into her and held still, moaning loudly. Aarti gasped and felt his Lund throb inside her, searing hot. It jerked and quivered and she moaned when she felt the heat of his gunk spewing out. She moaned softly as the thick, white-hot shots of jizz sizzled sharply into her Choot. Spent, the man sank onto her, and kissed her gently, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She held his sweating body, tenderly caressing his head and his powerful back, her fingertips contouring his fine physique. Her Mummey pressed hot against his chest. His Lund began to shrink inside her and slowly, he slipped out of her Choot and rolled over onto his back beside her. She wondered if he had the stamina to fuck her over again. She felt good. It was great sex, satisfying hard and demanding. Her body still tingled, and there was the deliciously sticky crawl of his spunk on her thighs, streaks of it on her Mummey and her lips from the time when he had fucked her mouth and Mummey. She turned to him, rising on an elbow. The man thought she was one of the loveliest creatures he had ever seen. He cupped the side of her face. She kissed his palm tenderly, and then bent to kiss him on the mouth with gentle longing. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. His hand slid down her lovely long neck to the superb swell of her Mummey and cupped the warm Choot. Her nipples were still stiff. He smiled to himself. He would enjoy fucking her again. "C'mon," he murmured. "Suck my Lund some, bitch." Aarti giggled in pleasure, her eyes shining.
She bent her head and lasciviously licked and sucked his nipples. He sighed in pleasure. Slowly, her tongue trickled down his hard body, swirled through his navel and dipped lower to nuzzle his crotch. He spread his legs wide and pulled her head into his groin. She licked and sucked his heavy balls delicately and then slowly took his Lund in her mouth again. The man murmured his pleasure and closed his eyes in surrender. She was an incredibly sexy piece of Gaand and randy as bitch in heat. That was obvious from the minute he saw her earlier that morning. He was a coconut vendor and he wandered the beaches north of the city with a heavy basket of fruit on his head. In the clammy weather of Mumbai, customers for the cool, refreshing milk of his coconuts were usually plentiful. That day, for some reason, he hadn't sold a thing. He kept moving north, from one beach to the next and each was more deserted than the last. He plodded down the tarmac road that ran by the shore. The May sun was fierce, and soon he was dripping with perspiration. The tar sizzled and shimmered and squelched under his thick leather sandals. The road was deserted with large bungalows set well back, fronting the sea.(Posted for chod_dalo group) He noticed a narrow lane that led off the main road towards the sea. An unlocked gate swung open across the driveway that swept around a huge house on the beach. He stepped through the gate and walked down the drive. Evidently, the house belonged to a millionaire. It was a huge, rambling structure, with white adobe walls. It sprawled across multiple levels with broad sundecks at each.
A lush garden swept from the house down to the beach which was enclosed on one side by a natural outcrop of rock and on the other by a high masonry wall. The garden was deserted and the house was quiet. A flashy imported red sports car stood by the front door. He was about to walk across the lawn to the beach, when he saw a figure emerging from the waves. He squinted through the shimmering haze. It was a young woman. The man sucked in his breath sharply when he saw her. He slid back behind some fronds and tucked his basket load behind the luxuriant bushes. He snuggled into the shrubbery and peered onto the beach. She was sensational. She was dressed in a skimpy two piece swim-suit. The Choli was minuscule, thin threads over her shoulders and across her back. In front, they swept over the swell of her superb Mummey and flared into Band-Aid sized strips over her nipples. Her bikini panties were outrageous, little more than a G-string. Twin strings circled her hips and supported a narrow strip that dipped between her thighs. She wore it very low, well below her navel, just above her Jhaant. It barely covered her crotch. She waded out of the water and crossed the beach towards a large, brightly coloured beach umbrella. The sun glittered on her wet body. There was a table and a long deck chair with an adjustable back. She picked up a towel and mopped her face and body. She turned around and he saw that her bikini panties had no back; the strip of cloth became a thin strand that ran between her naked Chutads. As he watched, the girl shook her head, her hands lifting to uncoil her dark hair from the nape of her neck. It tumbled to her waist. She dropped the towel on the circular table by the umbrella and turned around again. The coconut vendor gaped.
She was absolutely stunning. Of medium height, with a fair, completely flawless complexion, she had a high-cheekboned, oval face with an exquisite jaw and a fine, straight nose. Her eyes were lovely, shaped like almonds and rimmed with kohl. Her mouth was sexy and she had perfect, even teeth. Her neck was long and elegant, and led smoothly to full, firm, high Mummey that were like succulent fruit and formed a deep and inviting cleavage. She wore a thin gold chain around her neck. Her belly was flat and firm, the legs lovely and shapely with no saddlebags or lovehandles. Her hips flared, and her waist was narrow, the arms and legs smoothly turned, the ankles and wrists slim, the feet and hands long and elegant. The coconut vendor gaped. She was the loveliest creature he had seen, just like a film star. His Lund swelled in his lungi, his wraparound loincloth, and he felt a stiff clamp in his belly and balls. He ached to fuck her. A large tote bag lay by the chair under the umbrella. She bent to unzip it and her Mummey swung forward. She pulled out a hairbrush and ran it through her hair, then coiled it high on her head. As she lifted her arms, her Mummey rose in her Choli. She shrugged it off. Her Mummey were large and heavy, with long nipples. She massaged them absently, and then pulled down her panties. The man gaped at the neatly trimmed dark delta framing her Choot. She bent and rummaged in the bag again and her lovely Mummey swung free. She straightened with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She flipped up the spout of the bottle and poured out lotion into her hand and began to smear her body with it.
He watched her rub cream into her Mummey, squeezing and fondling them sensuously.
She took more cream and massaged into her belly and Chutads and legs, even the insides of her thighs. Her body glistening, she lay down on the chair and put on a pair of dark shades. From where he stood, the coconut vendor had an unobstructed view. "Aarti!" A man's voice called from the house behind him. The coconut vendor turned his head and saw a handsome young man trotting down the path to the beach. He was clad only in a pair of swimming trunks. The coconut vendor noticed his superb physique, the sculpted musculature. He jogged down to the beach. "Well, hello, lover boy," she smiled, turning her face and holding out her hand. "Hey. Good swim?" "Lovely. Want to fuck?" "Horny again?" "For you, stud, always," she laughed. The man laughed. "We're out of beer. I'll just run down and get some." "Not dressed like that, you won't." "What? Oh, yeah. I'll put something on." "You'd better. And I want you buttoned to the neck. Don't want any of those randy village girls raping you for that gorgeous bod of yours." The man chuckled. "I'm all yours, babe, all yours. Worry not." "Don't be long." "Can't help it. That's how God made me." She laughed. "Oh, shut up, idiot!" He grinned. "Half an hour. Fuck you then. Nice and hard. Work up a sweat." She sighed in mock despair. "Well, I guess I'll just have to sit it out. Push off." He grinned and bent to kiss her, squeezing her breast gently. She fondled his penis through his swimming trunks. The youth ran back up the path. A few minutes later he came out and jumped into the convertible and gunned the engine. It boomed its power and the car roared out of the drive. Silence descended again. The coconut vendor turned back to the girl on the beach.
His excitement was mounting. The girl was unattended, easy prey. He grinned wolfishly. He waited for a minute to make sure her lover wasn't returning. The memory of that long hot afternoon of glorious sex stirred her libido. Her nipples stiffened as a breeze from the sea plucked at them. A thick river of sweat trickled sexily through the valley between her Mummey. Aarti's lips parted. Slowly, she drew her hands up over her thighs and firm belly to her Mummey. She fondled them, and they swelled and grew turgid. Her pulse began to quicken. She squeezed the fleshy mounds together, rubbing and rolling the hard nipples under her palms. Her elegant fingers pincered her nipples, kneading and tweaking and plucking at them, and she bit her lower lip as a sudden jolt of electric lust flickered through her loins and Mummey. Her legs split apart and she felt the first, delicious dewdrop of Choot-juice ooze between her thighs. The coconut vendor gasped softly as he realised what she was doing. Aarti slid a finger down her crack, parting her Choot-lips gently with one hand, the other still on her nipples. Her finger curved into her Choot. She arched her back slowly, in exquisite delight, and slid her finger in deeper, to the knuckle, feeling the moist heat of her Choot and the hard tongue of her Choot-Dana. She began to masturbate slowly. Behind her, the coconut vendor, too, was masturbating. His eyes were riveted on her body. His Lund glistened with precum gunk as he stroked its enormity and his Lund and fingers soon grew sticky with pale jizz-froth. He groaned softly. His Lund was rock-hard and hot, throbbing and pulsating excitedly in his pumping fist. On the deck-chair, Aarti's hips lurched at her wrist. Her shoulders were hunched; her head flung back, her lips parted in a wide 'O'. She mauled her Mummey with mounting excitement, pumping the other hand between her legs. Her hips jerked up and down.
Without pausing in her masturbation, she groped in her tote with her other hand and pulled out something. The coconut vendor squinted, trying to make out what it was. She pulled it free of the bag and he gasped when he saw that it was a fake Lund, a dildo. It was ten inches in length, with a two inch diameter shaft. It was dark, the colour of a black man's Lund. The shaft was ingeniously ribbed and pitted, criss-crossed with ridges and unpredictable bulges, knobs and spikes. It was of hard rubber, and the spikes were flexible. It had a thick Lund-head and a strap around its base. Aarti looped the strap over one wrist and flicked the switch. It hummed softly and shook in her hand, growing hot and hard, like a real Lund. The coconut vendor looked at her curiously, wondering what she was up to. Moaning to herself, Aarti kissed the ersatz Lund-head, and licked and caressed its shaft. It had a brace of balls at the base and she sucked these, relishing the feel of the uneven surface on her tongue and between her lips. She caressed her face with the dildo, rubbing it sensuously across her lips and cheeks, sucking and nibbling the Lund-head. She slid the dildo over her Mummey, rubbing it over her nipples, shivering in delight. Then she dragged it lower yet, down her belly, caressing the insides of her thighs and her Choot-lips. She paused with it between her thighs. Her legs split apart and hooked over the arms of the chair and she slouched in the chair with her shoulders hunched, her Mummey squeezed together, both hands holding the shaft. Slowly, she pushed the Lund-head into her Choot, and gasped loudly as the big Lund-head stretched her Choot-lips open and bit into her flesh. Her back arched, her breath hissed between clenched teeth and her body tensed. She pushed it deeper still, jerking it slowly from side to side, moaning and gasping, her head arching back. She licked her parched lips, murmuring in pleasure.
Her Choot flamed with lust. Her thighs trembled with tension. Slowly, they yielded and relaxed and spread further apart and she pressed the vibrator deeper into her Choot. It felt good, big and hard and thick, filling her Choot to the brim, the spikes and hard knobs scraping and pressing on her gorged Choot-Dana as she slid it in deeper. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared inside her till at last it was fully embedded in her Choot. Aarti moaned loudly. Behind the bushes, the young man gaped, stunned. He had never even imagined anything like this.(Posted for chod_dalo group) Aarti began to fuck herself. Her hands pumped back and forth, driving the big dildo in and out of her Choot. Now her hips jerked and heaved with rising urgency. Her head arched and she gasped loudly with pleasure. The thick shaft glistened with her Choot-juices. Faster and faster she went, her hand moving the vibrator-dildo feverishly back and forth. She pressed the button at the dildo's base. Instantly, the thing came alive, buzzing loudly, vibrating gently at first, and then faster and faster. Automatically, it moved back and forth, in an ingenious simulation of a real Lund. It had been extensively field tested, and the reports had been rapturous, to say the least. The activated electric current ran through its in-built filaments, heating the water inside it till it was bubbling and steaming. The fluid pumped through the minute canals in the shaft, making it throb. Aarti went wild. She masturbated wildly, her hips heaving, her voice rising loud and clear. "OHHHHHh .... uhhh .... OHHHHHH!" she shouted. She orgasmed, shuddering and moaning, gasping and tensing, arching steeply, jerking the vibrator furiously and twisting this way and that in her Choot.
At the last minute, as she hit her peak, she punched the button again. The machine in her Choot ballooned to monstrous proportions inside her Choot, buzzed and vibrated violently, twitched rapidly back and forth several times, and then, with a deep hiss, spat sharp jets of heated water deep into her Choot. On and on it went, ejaculating like a real Lund, and with each cum-shot, she arched and moaned, her clawed fingers keeping the dildo pinned inside her flesh till it was spent and drained. Gasping, she slid the vibrator slowly out of her Choot and tossed it on the table. She lay back, panting and sweating, her loins tingling with lust. She caressed her Choot and Mummey dreamily, her chest heaving. The man couldn't stand it any more. Grabbing his basket of coconuts, his Lund tucked back into his loincloth, he walked rapidly down the beach towards her. The soft sand and the crash of the waves muffled his footsteps and she didn't hear him till he was standing beside her. Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing hard, her naked body glistening with sweat. Her nipples were still nut-hard. Her hands were over her Mummey, gently caressing them. For a minute, the man stood there, looking at her greedily. She sensed someone by her and, thinking it to be Nikunj, her friend, smiled prettily. She squeezed her Mummey in provocation and ran her tongue lasciviously across her upper lip. "C'mon lover, come and fuck me," she murmured. Without opening her eyes, she turned her head and reached lazily for where she thought she would find her lover's Lund. Her fingers fell on the bulging tumescence in his lungi and she gasped, her eyes snapping open. "Who ... what?" she gasped in shock. "Nariel-paniwalla," he said with a grin. "Coconut vendor. Want some?" Her hand was still on his Lund. She flipped her sunglasses onto her head and looked at him steadily. She was trapped. The piquancy of the situation didn't escape her.
The shock ebbed. A sudden frisson of sexual excitement coursed through her as she realised that he had probably watched her masturbating. Looking him up and down, she decided that she liked what she saw. He was very dark, obviously a southerner. He wasn't very tall, but his body was good. His shirt was open low and she saw that his chest was nicely curved and cleaved, solid, the belly hard and flat, the torso smooth and hairless. He wore a black thread and an amulet around his neck. His lungi was tucked up to his thighs and she noticed that his legs, like his arms, were strong and thick. He had a rounded face, with a thin mustache, good teeth, a thick nose and fleshy lips.
His excitement was mounting. The girl was unattended, easy prey. He grinned wolfishly. He waited for a minute to make sure her lover wasn't returning. The memory of that long hot afternoon of glorious sex stirred her libido. Her nipples stiffened as a breeze from the sea plucked at them. A thick river of sweat trickled sexily through the valley between her Mummey. Aarti's lips parted. Slowly, she drew her hands up over her thighs and firm belly to her Mummey. She fondled them, and they swelled and grew turgid. Her pulse began to quicken. She squeezed the fleshy mounds together, rubbing and rolling the hard nipples under her palms. Her elegant fingers pincered her nipples, kneading and tweaking and plucking at them, and she bit her lower lip as a sudden jolt of electric lust flickered through her loins and Mummey. Her legs split apart and she felt the first, delicious dewdrop of Choot-juice ooze between her thighs. The coconut vendor gasped softly as he realised what she was doing. Aarti slid a finger down her crack, parting her Choot-lips gently with one hand, the other still on her nipples. Her finger curved into her Choot. She arched her back slowly, in exquisite delight, and slid her finger in deeper, to the knuckle, feeling the moist heat of her Choot and the hard tongue of her Choot-Dana. She began to masturbate slowly. Behind her, the coconut vendor, too, was masturbating. His eyes were riveted on her body. His Lund glistened with precum gunk as he stroked its enormity and his Lund and fingers soon grew sticky with pale jizz-froth. He groaned softly. His Lund was rock-hard and hot, throbbing and pulsating excitedly in his pumping fist. On the deck-chair, Aarti's hips lurched at her wrist. Her shoulders were hunched; her head flung back, her lips parted in a wide 'O'. She mauled her Mummey with mounting excitement, pumping the other hand between her legs. Her hips jerked up and down.
Without pausing in her masturbation, she groped in her tote with her other hand and pulled out something. The coconut vendor squinted, trying to make out what it was. She pulled it free of the bag and he gasped when he saw that it was a fake Lund, a dildo. It was ten inches in length, with a two inch diameter shaft. It was dark, the colour of a black man's Lund. The shaft was ingeniously ribbed and pitted, criss-crossed with ridges and unpredictable bulges, knobs and spikes. It was of hard rubber, and the spikes were flexible. It had a thick Lund-head and a strap around its base. Aarti looped the strap over one wrist and flicked the switch. It hummed softly and shook in her hand, growing hot and hard, like a real Lund. The coconut vendor looked at her curiously, wondering what she was up to. Moaning to herself, Aarti kissed the ersatz Lund-head, and licked and caressed its shaft. It had a brace of balls at the base and she sucked these, relishing the feel of the uneven surface on her tongue and between her lips. She caressed her face with the dildo, rubbing it sensuously across her lips and cheeks, sucking and nibbling the Lund-head. She slid the dildo over her Mummey, rubbing it over her nipples, shivering in delight. Then she dragged it lower yet, down her belly, caressing the insides of her thighs and her Choot-lips. She paused with it between her thighs. Her legs split apart and hooked over the arms of the chair and she slouched in the chair with her shoulders hunched, her Mummey squeezed together, both hands holding the shaft. Slowly, she pushed the Lund-head into her Choot, and gasped loudly as the big Lund-head stretched her Choot-lips open and bit into her flesh. Her back arched, her breath hissed between clenched teeth and her body tensed. She pushed it deeper still, jerking it slowly from side to side, moaning and gasping, her head arching back. She licked her parched lips, murmuring in pleasure.
Her Choot flamed with lust. Her thighs trembled with tension. Slowly, they yielded and relaxed and spread further apart and she pressed the vibrator deeper into her Choot. It felt good, big and hard and thick, filling her Choot to the brim, the spikes and hard knobs scraping and pressing on her gorged Choot-Dana as she slid it in deeper. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared inside her till at last it was fully embedded in her Choot. Aarti moaned loudly. Behind the bushes, the young man gaped, stunned. He had never even imagined anything like this.(Posted for chod_dalo group) Aarti began to fuck herself. Her hands pumped back and forth, driving the big dildo in and out of her Choot. Now her hips jerked and heaved with rising urgency. Her head arched and she gasped loudly with pleasure. The thick shaft glistened with her Choot-juices. Faster and faster she went, her hand moving the vibrator-dildo feverishly back and forth. She pressed the button at the dildo's base. Instantly, the thing came alive, buzzing loudly, vibrating gently at first, and then faster and faster. Automatically, it moved back and forth, in an ingenious simulation of a real Lund. It had been extensively field tested, and the reports had been rapturous, to say the least. The activated electric current ran through its in-built filaments, heating the water inside it till it was bubbling and steaming. The fluid pumped through the minute canals in the shaft, making it throb. Aarti went wild. She masturbated wildly, her hips heaving, her voice rising loud and clear. "OHHHHHh .... uhhh .... OHHHHHH!" she shouted. She orgasmed, shuddering and moaning, gasping and tensing, arching steeply, jerking the vibrator furiously and twisting this way and that in her Choot.
At the last minute, as she hit her peak, she punched the button again. The machine in her Choot ballooned to monstrous proportions inside her Choot, buzzed and vibrated violently, twitched rapidly back and forth several times, and then, with a deep hiss, spat sharp jets of heated water deep into her Choot. On and on it went, ejaculating like a real Lund, and with each cum-shot, she arched and moaned, her clawed fingers keeping the dildo pinned inside her flesh till it was spent and drained. Gasping, she slid the vibrator slowly out of her Choot and tossed it on the table. She lay back, panting and sweating, her loins tingling with lust. She caressed her Choot and Mummey dreamily, her chest heaving. The man couldn't stand it any more. Grabbing his basket of coconuts, his Lund tucked back into his loincloth, he walked rapidly down the beach towards her. The soft sand and the crash of the waves muffled his footsteps and she didn't hear him till he was standing beside her. Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing hard, her naked body glistening with sweat. Her nipples were still nut-hard. Her hands were over her Mummey, gently caressing them. For a minute, the man stood there, looking at her greedily. She sensed someone by her and, thinking it to be Nikunj, her friend, smiled prettily. She squeezed her Mummey in provocation and ran her tongue lasciviously across her upper lip. "C'mon lover, come and fuck me," she murmured. Without opening her eyes, she turned her head and reached lazily for where she thought she would find her lover's Lund. Her fingers fell on the bulging tumescence in his lungi and she gasped, her eyes snapping open. "Who ... what?" she gasped in shock. "Nariel-paniwalla," he said with a grin. "Coconut vendor. Want some?" Her hand was still on his Lund. She flipped her sunglasses onto her head and looked at him steadily. She was trapped. The piquancy of the situation didn't escape her.
The shock ebbed. A sudden frisson of sexual excitement coursed through her as she realised that he had probably watched her masturbating. Looking him up and down, she decided that she liked what she saw. He was very dark, obviously a southerner. He wasn't very tall, but his body was good. His shirt was open low and she saw that his chest was nicely curved and cleaved, solid, the belly hard and flat, the torso smooth and hairless. He wore a black thread and an amulet around his neck. His lungi was tucked up to his thighs and she noticed that his legs, like his arms, were strong and thick. He had a rounded face, with a thin mustache, good teeth, a thick nose and fleshy lips.
His hair was short and curly, cropped close, the eyes small and piercing, glittering with lustfire. His hips were small, the Chutads taut and firm, well rounded. The Lund beneath her fingers felt good and hard and big. She squeezed it gently and smiled. "Yes," she murmured. "Yes. I want some. Thin cream or thick?" "The coconuts have thin cream," he answered smoothly. She smiled again in approval. Evidently, he had a sense of humour. "Fine, give me one," she murmured lying back, releasing his Lund. The man bent and lowered his basket of fruit beside her, acutely aware of the proximity of her Mummey and naked loins. She shifted slightly, moving her legs wider apart. For a moment, he froze, bent over, his back to her face, his Chutads thrust out, his head up, his eyes locked on the sight of the neat little triangle of silken dark pubic hair, the wink of her Choot-lips as they unfurled. She slid her hand up the backs of his thighs under his lungi and over his naked Chutad. He tensed. "Hurry up," she murmured. "I'm very thirsty." He selected a coconut and straightened her fingers cool and gentle on his Chutad. He tried not to squirm as he rapped the fruit it expertly with his knuckle, tossing it round and round in his palm. Satisfied, he picked up his long machete and, deftly sliced the skin off the coconut head, and then hammered it open. It was brimming with cool, sweet liquid.
He dunked a plastic straw into it and handed it to her. Aarti flipped the straw out. She held the fruit in one hand and tilted it to her lips. The juice was cool and sweet and refreshing. It dribbled over her chin down her neck. The man watched as it rivered between her Mummey. She drained it and gave it back to him. "Scoop the cream for me," she murmured. He plunged his lancet into the soft flesh and with a few rapid circular strokes scraped out the milky white coconut cream and handed it back to her. She dipped her fingers into it and plucked out a long, slimy, slippery strand of the meat. Tilting her face back, she parted her lips wide, holding the coconut meat aloft. Her tongue slipped out and flicked at the dangling tail of the coconut, coiled around it, slowly drew it in, sucking and finally chewing on it. It was an incredibly erotic performance. She plucked at another piece and quite deliberately let it fall on her Mummey. There was no more in the coconut and she tossed it back into his basket. The man remained where he was, watching her. She took the strand of coconut flesh on her chest in two fingers and drew it in a wet, slippery line over one Mummey till it covered her nipple. It felt cool and moist and her lips parted in excitement. She squeezed his Chutad gently and slid a finger into the cleft. The man's hips twitched. She slid a hand lower, between his legs and her fingers found his naked Lund beneath his loincloth. The man gasped softly. "Now I want to eat a banana," she murmured. He turned around and flicked his lungi up over his hips. Aarti smiled. His Lund was dark and big, and, she noted with pleasure, circumcised. She knew from experience that they tended to last longer. He was probably a Muslim. Not yet fully erect, it was seven inches long and nearly two inches thick and growing rapidly in her fist. She looked at it hungrily. The man shuffled closer and she turned her face to his crotch. She began to masturbate him. Soon, his Lund was rock-hard, throbbing in her fingers. His balls were big and heavy. She cupped them gently, teasing and tickling them. His pubic hair was thick and springy. With a quick flick of his wrist, the coconut vendor untied his lungi and flung it clear.
He heard her moan softly and he chuckled and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Naked, he was even better looking, his dark body glistening with sweat, superbly muscled. Smiling down at her, he shuffled closer, his Lund thrusting out at her face. He stretched an arm and cupped her Mummey in his hand. She shivered, her lips fluttering open, and he felt her Mummey grow heavier in his palm as he fondled it gently. Her nipple stiffened at his touch and he flicked it with his thumb. He dragged the coconut meat in a slippery trail across her nipple and she shivered in delight. Dragging it down into her cleavage, he drew it over her other Mummey and began to rub her nipple with it. She gasped softly, her rigid nipple quivering at his touch. She released his Lund and lifted her Mummey, squeezing them tightly together. Grinning with excitement, the man bent over and made her gasp by clamping his lips firmly around her free nipple, sucking on it with a steadily increasing pressure, nibbling gently. He moved to the other Mummey, and began to gnaw the coconut meat, sucking it half into his mouth and moving it round and round her nipple. His tongue and teeth and lips were all over her Mummey and nipple. She gasped softly and arched, her fingers entwining in his hair, her back bending to feed more of his Mummey into his hot mouth. His tongue was wonderful, rough and thick and wet and hot, flicking her nipple this way and that. He grunted suddenly as she craned her head and he felt her hot lips clamp on his nipple, her teeth delicately biting and gnawing while her free hand returned to his Lund. "I want to such your Lund," she mumbled, swirling her tongue over his nipple. As aroused by the obscenity of her words as he was by her body, the coconut vendor straightened and thrust his Lund at her mouth again. With one hand on her head, he pulled it forward to his loins, his other hand still kneading her hard Mummey. Holding his Lund, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue out and swirled it gently round his Lund-head, savouring the musky tang of his Lund-meat.
His breath hissed between his teeth and his belly sucked in sharply. He bent his head, watching her, transfixed by the sight of her pointed, pink tongue flickering like a serpent's on his Lund-head. Her tongue moved with increasing rapidity and he felt the heat build in his loins. At last, she opened her mouth wide and slipped her lips around his Lund-head. The man gasped, his head snapping back. Her mouth was incredible, hot and wet, her tongue electrifying.(Posted for chod_dalo group) She sucked his Lund greedily, taking him deep in her mouth, her face distended. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, and her tongue did magical things to his Lund-head. The man gasped and grunted and began to moan with pleasure as he fucked her face, moving her head and rocking his hips back and forth. He mauled and kneaded her Mummey feverishly, relishing the feel of the heavy mounds, grown turgid with excitement, the rigid nipples quivering and rasping across his callused palms. Soon, his Lund and her fist and lips grew slippery with his pre-cum gunk. It left slimy trails on her fingers and chin. She paused, gasping, deeply aroused, and caressed her face with his Lund. He jerked her head back to his crotch and she sucked his Lund again. Her mouth was incredible, and the heat in his loins became unbearable. His Lund throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. He flung his head back as he fucked her mouth, his hips jerking back and forth, his Chutads flexing and unflexing. "Yes .... uhhhhh ... yes ... suck ... suck it! Suck harder... yes ... yes ... suck it harder ... uuhhhhhh oh god.... Suck you whore bitch.... Ohhhhh!" he called obscenely, his Lund sliding in and out of her mouth. His loins flaming with lust heat, he made her get out of the chair and kneel before him, so that he could fuck her mouth deeper and harder. Her lust was uncontainable now, and she obeyed with alacrity, kneeling before her anonymous lover and taking his Lund deep in her mouth, holding it in one hand and sucking feverishly. Aarti's head rocked rapidly back and forth between his legs.
His hips pumped and writhed, and he flung his head back and gasped and grunted his joy. Somehow, he resisted the urge to explode and come in her mouth. He had to take her now, thrust his Lund into her Choot and possess her. He could not be denied any longer. He broke away from her, panting and gasping. She, too, wanted to be taken like slut, fucked like a bitch in heat. She turned around on her forearms and knees, spreading her thighs wide, her Chutads thrust back at him in obscene invitation. She thrust a hand between her legs and pulled her dripping Choot-lips open for him. The sight drove him wild with excitement. "Come on ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" Aarti muttered thickly. The vision of her stunning body made him dizzy with excitement. Her Mummey and the gold chain around her neck dangled and swung and the bun at the nape of her long, elegant neck now come loose, silken hair framing her lovely face. He dropped to his knees behind her, his Lund in his hand. It was hard and dark, throbbing greedily, and thick veins pulsed angrily along its length. The coconut vendor moaned at the sight of her fingers clawing her hair-rimmed Choot open. He shuffled forward and pressing his Lund to her Choot. His Lund-head seared at the portals of her flesh and she moaned softly, bending forward, lifting her Chutads steeply. "C'mon ... c'mon, you madarchod ... hurry ... fuck me, baby ... fuck my Choot ... fuck me hard ... c'mon, you son of a bitch! Do it!" Aarti gasped, frantic for his Lund. "C'mon ... c'mon you fucking pimp ... fuck me! Fuck my Choot, motherfucker! Fuck me hard!" The obscenities goaded him. Holding her slender waist, his strong thumbs lobing her Chutads outward, he slammed his hips forward with a loud moan, his head snapping back, his eyes hooding and his mouth jerking open.
Her Choot was hot and steaming, tight as a vice, and it swallowed his Lund in its entirety, clamping fiercely on it, spasming uncontrollably, greedily. "OHHHHHHHhh .... yes!" he went. His Lund was fiery hot, burning and throbbing fiercely inside her Choot. Aarti's head jerked up, and her mouth tore open in a wide 'O' of hot joy as she felt his monstrous pole sizzle and ream into her Choot.
He dunked a plastic straw into it and handed it to her. Aarti flipped the straw out. She held the fruit in one hand and tilted it to her lips. The juice was cool and sweet and refreshing. It dribbled over her chin down her neck. The man watched as it rivered between her Mummey. She drained it and gave it back to him. "Scoop the cream for me," she murmured. He plunged his lancet into the soft flesh and with a few rapid circular strokes scraped out the milky white coconut cream and handed it back to her. She dipped her fingers into it and plucked out a long, slimy, slippery strand of the meat. Tilting her face back, she parted her lips wide, holding the coconut meat aloft. Her tongue slipped out and flicked at the dangling tail of the coconut, coiled around it, slowly drew it in, sucking and finally chewing on it. It was an incredibly erotic performance. She plucked at another piece and quite deliberately let it fall on her Mummey. There was no more in the coconut and she tossed it back into his basket. The man remained where he was, watching her. She took the strand of coconut flesh on her chest in two fingers and drew it in a wet, slippery line over one Mummey till it covered her nipple. It felt cool and moist and her lips parted in excitement. She squeezed his Chutad gently and slid a finger into the cleft. The man's hips twitched. She slid a hand lower, between his legs and her fingers found his naked Lund beneath his loincloth. The man gasped softly. "Now I want to eat a banana," she murmured. He turned around and flicked his lungi up over his hips. Aarti smiled. His Lund was dark and big, and, she noted with pleasure, circumcised. She knew from experience that they tended to last longer. He was probably a Muslim. Not yet fully erect, it was seven inches long and nearly two inches thick and growing rapidly in her fist. She looked at it hungrily. The man shuffled closer and she turned her face to his crotch. She began to masturbate him. Soon, his Lund was rock-hard, throbbing in her fingers. His balls were big and heavy. She cupped them gently, teasing and tickling them. His pubic hair was thick and springy. With a quick flick of his wrist, the coconut vendor untied his lungi and flung it clear.
He heard her moan softly and he chuckled and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Naked, he was even better looking, his dark body glistening with sweat, superbly muscled. Smiling down at her, he shuffled closer, his Lund thrusting out at her face. He stretched an arm and cupped her Mummey in his hand. She shivered, her lips fluttering open, and he felt her Mummey grow heavier in his palm as he fondled it gently. Her nipple stiffened at his touch and he flicked it with his thumb. He dragged the coconut meat in a slippery trail across her nipple and she shivered in delight. Dragging it down into her cleavage, he drew it over her other Mummey and began to rub her nipple with it. She gasped softly, her rigid nipple quivering at his touch. She released his Lund and lifted her Mummey, squeezing them tightly together. Grinning with excitement, the man bent over and made her gasp by clamping his lips firmly around her free nipple, sucking on it with a steadily increasing pressure, nibbling gently. He moved to the other Mummey, and began to gnaw the coconut meat, sucking it half into his mouth and moving it round and round her nipple. His tongue and teeth and lips were all over her Mummey and nipple. She gasped softly and arched, her fingers entwining in his hair, her back bending to feed more of his Mummey into his hot mouth. His tongue was wonderful, rough and thick and wet and hot, flicking her nipple this way and that. He grunted suddenly as she craned her head and he felt her hot lips clamp on his nipple, her teeth delicately biting and gnawing while her free hand returned to his Lund. "I want to such your Lund," she mumbled, swirling her tongue over his nipple. As aroused by the obscenity of her words as he was by her body, the coconut vendor straightened and thrust his Lund at her mouth again. With one hand on her head, he pulled it forward to his loins, his other hand still kneading her hard Mummey. Holding his Lund, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue out and swirled it gently round his Lund-head, savouring the musky tang of his Lund-meat.
His breath hissed between his teeth and his belly sucked in sharply. He bent his head, watching her, transfixed by the sight of her pointed, pink tongue flickering like a serpent's on his Lund-head. Her tongue moved with increasing rapidity and he felt the heat build in his loins. At last, she opened her mouth wide and slipped her lips around his Lund-head. The man gasped, his head snapping back. Her mouth was incredible, hot and wet, her tongue electrifying.(Posted for chod_dalo group) She sucked his Lund greedily, taking him deep in her mouth, her face distended. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, and her tongue did magical things to his Lund-head. The man gasped and grunted and began to moan with pleasure as he fucked her face, moving her head and rocking his hips back and forth. He mauled and kneaded her Mummey feverishly, relishing the feel of the heavy mounds, grown turgid with excitement, the rigid nipples quivering and rasping across his callused palms. Soon, his Lund and her fist and lips grew slippery with his pre-cum gunk. It left slimy trails on her fingers and chin. She paused, gasping, deeply aroused, and caressed her face with his Lund. He jerked her head back to his crotch and she sucked his Lund again. Her mouth was incredible, and the heat in his loins became unbearable. His Lund throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. He flung his head back as he fucked her mouth, his hips jerking back and forth, his Chutads flexing and unflexing. "Yes .... uhhhhh ... yes ... suck ... suck it! Suck harder... yes ... yes ... suck it harder ... uuhhhhhh oh god.... Suck you whore bitch.... Ohhhhh!" he called obscenely, his Lund sliding in and out of her mouth. His loins flaming with lust heat, he made her get out of the chair and kneel before him, so that he could fuck her mouth deeper and harder. Her lust was uncontainable now, and she obeyed with alacrity, kneeling before her anonymous lover and taking his Lund deep in her mouth, holding it in one hand and sucking feverishly. Aarti's head rocked rapidly back and forth between his legs.
His hips pumped and writhed, and he flung his head back and gasped and grunted his joy. Somehow, he resisted the urge to explode and come in her mouth. He had to take her now, thrust his Lund into her Choot and possess her. He could not be denied any longer. He broke away from her, panting and gasping. She, too, wanted to be taken like slut, fucked like a bitch in heat. She turned around on her forearms and knees, spreading her thighs wide, her Chutads thrust back at him in obscene invitation. She thrust a hand between her legs and pulled her dripping Choot-lips open for him. The sight drove him wild with excitement. "Come on ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" Aarti muttered thickly. The vision of her stunning body made him dizzy with excitement. Her Mummey and the gold chain around her neck dangled and swung and the bun at the nape of her long, elegant neck now come loose, silken hair framing her lovely face. He dropped to his knees behind her, his Lund in his hand. It was hard and dark, throbbing greedily, and thick veins pulsed angrily along its length. The coconut vendor moaned at the sight of her fingers clawing her hair-rimmed Choot open. He shuffled forward and pressing his Lund to her Choot. His Lund-head seared at the portals of her flesh and she moaned softly, bending forward, lifting her Chutads steeply. "C'mon ... c'mon, you madarchod ... hurry ... fuck me, baby ... fuck my Choot ... fuck me hard ... c'mon, you son of a bitch! Do it!" Aarti gasped, frantic for his Lund. "C'mon ... c'mon you fucking pimp ... fuck me! Fuck my Choot, motherfucker! Fuck me hard!" The obscenities goaded him. Holding her slender waist, his strong thumbs lobing her Chutads outward, he slammed his hips forward with a loud moan, his head snapping back, his eyes hooding and his mouth jerking open.
Her Choot was hot and steaming, tight as a vice, and it swallowed his Lund in its entirety, clamping fiercely on it, spasming uncontrollably, greedily. "OHHHHHHHhh .... yes!" he went. His Lund was fiery hot, burning and throbbing fiercely inside her Choot. Aarti's head jerked up, and her mouth tore open in a wide 'O' of hot joy as she felt his monstrous pole sizzle and ream into her Choot.
Her Mummey were gorged and hot, her long nipples rigid with excitement. His Lund was fantastic, hot and big and hard and thick, filling her Choot. She squeezed her Choot on it greedily, dizzy with lust. He slid his hands under her lovely body to cup her pendulous Mummey. He squeezed them hard. She moaned. Her back was superb, beautifully arched and curved, the waist small and taut, the hips flared. Her back curved sweetly inward to the delectable, long hollow of her spine. The gold chain glistened around her neck. He held her Mummey, moved out and slammed in hard again with a shuddering moan. She shouted out. Her throat was raw and the breath hissed from her parted lips. She began to jerk and move under him, moaning obscenely, panting and gasping. Her Chutads swung and writhed ecstatically against his loins, grinding round and round. She rocked back and forth with rising urgency, lurching forward on her forearms, and then pushing her butt back hard to his groin, impaling her Choot on his massive Lund. The man gasped, straightening, the heat in his loins almost unbearable.
Her Choot slid up and down the length of his Lund. He gasped loudly, his head bent, watching transfixed as her Choot gobbled his Lund, slid up, then down again. He caressed her Chutads and, parting them, fingered her anus. She moaned, moving faster still. Her Mummey and the gold chain around her neck swung and jiggled and flapped. Her Chutads slapped against his strong thighs, his Lund emerging as her Choot rose up its length, then disappearing as she slid herself back onto him again and again. He could hold still no longer. Holding her by the waist, he began to swing his hips in time to hers. At the same time, he rolled his hips in tight circles, skewering and reaming her Choot from all angles, probing every nook and cranny of her thirsty cram. His hips swinging and bobbing, his Chutads flexing and unflexing powerfully, his mighty, weighty balls slapping at her Chutads, going faster and faster and faster, pistoning like a trip hammer, his Lund reaming and twisting and squeezing into her channel harder and deeper and faster with each thrust, he fucked her like a demon. His shaft rasped against her inflamed Choot-Dana, rasping and sawing in and out. The air split with the sound of their rising voices. "Oh ma … oh ma … yes … yes fuck me ... that's it ... yes ... OHHhh uhhh yes .... Oh fuck yes.. uhhh OH … OH!" she gasped. "OUHHH …. yes-yes-yes … uhhh!" he grunted in response. She soared up the curve of a gigantic climax and, hitting the peak, crashed over into a series of back-to-back orgasms, moaning and shuddering and gasping, her long neck steeply arched, the breath driven from her throat as he rammed in deeper, harder, and faster. He paused as her Choot convulsed on his submerged Lund, and pushed her down onto her front, her Chutads thrust up high at him, her face on side on the sand.
He shuffled his legs wide and straddled her hips in a deep squat. Taking a deep breath and holding her by the hips and Chutads pinned under him, he ram-fucked her savagely and without warning. Hard and deep and fast he took her, his Lund pistoning furiously in and out of her Choot like a battering ram. His belly sucked in with the strain and his powerful body corded, the muscles and tendons popping in his sweating torso. His hips hammered violently back and forth, his enormous Lund ramming and reaming into her flesh. He gasped loudly in time to his thrusts, slamming into her and going ah- uh-ah-uh-ah-uh-ah. He bent forward over her, his arms outstretched on either side of hers and went even faster, his thick Lund glistening and gleaming with their commingled juices as he plundered her frantically convulsing Choot. His Lund pounded and sawed in and out of her Choot, rasping over her gorged Choot-Dana. "OHHHHHHH!" she shouted loudly with her eyes screwed shut in agonised ecstasy, her lovely mouth torn wide open. Her body jerked and lurched under his, writhing uncontrollably. Her voice ululated in ecstasy, and he gasped and panted like a bull, his nostrils flared, his eyes wide, scarcely believing the incredible heat that seared his loins. "UNNNNNNGH …. OH uhh!" he gasped. She came again and again and again and he could hold back no more. With a deep growl he thrust savagely into her several times and finally yielded, gasping as his searing cum spumed in a copious flood into her greedy Choot. Aarti collapsed, sobbing and gasping, her body trembling with excitement. He had been far better than she had dared hope.
The coconut vendor was gasping too, his head bowed, his hands sliding up her body gently to cup her sandy Mummey. She shivered at his touch. His Lund dwindled and slowly, he slid out of her. He sat with his legs folded under him, his chest heaving, gasping and panting. Slowly, she turned around on her back and smiled up at him. He began to rise when she stopped him. "Hey," she said softly, her hand on his Lund. "Where are you going?" A grin split his face. She curled an arm around his head and drew his mouth to her and kissed him deeply, her tongue roving in his mouth. Her Mummey flattened against his chest and her hand was busy between his legs, deftly arousing him. She slithered down till her face was between his legs and he moaned as she took his Lund in her mouth and began to arouse him again. They fucked several times. She sucked him and had him tongue-fuck her Choot. They sixty-nined and then she rolled over and took him between her legs and thrashed and heaved under him, kissing him hungrily, her hips jerking with his, flying from one orgasm to another. They stopped briefly, and went into the house, where she didn't give him time to admire the gorgeous decor, but took him straight to the bathroom. They showered and fucked in the bath, and then returned to bed to continue. And after all that, she still wanted more. She was insatiable, irresistible, a goddess of lust. The man groaned as Aarti bent over his lap, squeezing his rapidly thickening Lund between her gorgeous Mummey. He moaned softly as her magical tongue coiled about his Lund-head yet again. He could not resist her. Her lips parted and slid about his cum-sticky Lund again, sucking with a gentle, insistent pressure, her tongue flicking and rapping at his Lund-head, winding about it, her head bobbing slowly over his lap, his Lund in her fist.
She rose and smoothly swung one slender, perfectly proportioned limb over his hips, straddling his lap, his Lund in her hands. She wanted him deep inside her and she spread her legs, on her feet in a deep squat, slowly impaling herself on his rigid Lund, her lovely face arching back, her hands on his Lund as her Choot sank down lower and lower still, engulfing his Lund deep in her hot flesh. Her shoulders hollowed and she hissed thickly in pleasure. The man fondled her Choot-Dana, her nipples. She moaned, her head jerking to one side, and began to ride him. She bucked heavily on his lap, her hips rising and falling, going up and down, her hairy Choot sliding up the length of his Lund then crashing back again. His Lund glistened and gleamed as it emerged and disappeared. He held her Chutads, parted them, and fingered her anus. She yielded and shouted out sharply as his finger slid into her Gaand-hole. "OHHHHh …. uhh!" Aarti moaned, "Yes oh ma uh yes... fuck me uhh OH!" "C'mon whore take it! Take my Lund ….. UHHH!" he responded. Faster and faster she bucked, the gold chain around her neck tossing, her fair body glistening with sweat. Her Mummey jiggled and bounced, the nipples painfully erect. His Lund was massive, hot and hard, ridged with glorious thick, hard, heavy veins that rasped against her inflamed Choot-Dana. She hissed sexily, cupping her heavy Mummey and squeezing them, rolling them under her palms. The man bucked under her, drawing his knees up and tossing her on his lap. She shouteded out, her mouth in a wide 'O' of delight, arching back to fondle and cup his heavy balls. It was ecstasy, his finger in her anus, now in, now out, his Lund in her Choot, filling her to the brim. Gasping, she paused and rose off his Lund slowly to turn around with her back to him. He slithered down the bed till his hips were at the edge, his feet on the floor. She sat across his lap again, her feet on the floor and, holding his Lund in one hand, eased her Choot down on his Lund again. He watched fascinated as she maneuvered it in her hand, moving it to her Choot- lips, feeding his thick Lund-head into her Choot with elegant fingers and manicured, shapely fingernails, and moving his Lund round and round in her Choot.
Then her hot Choot squeezed and clamped on his Lund as she jammed it down hard on his Lund, taking him whole into her flesh. He gripped her hips and bucked under her, his loins blazing with lust. As he rammed his Lund up deep into her Choot, she shouted out, the breath whooshing from her throat, her long neck arched, her mouth jerking wide open. "Ohhh ma uhhh …. yes yes …. Ohhh ma … yes fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Aarti shouted, bucking and jerking in frenzy on his enormous Lund. Aarti rode his Lund, her hands on her knees, her belly sucked in, her Mummey jiggling, and her eyes on the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. She was mesmerised by the sight of his gargantuan pole between her legs emerging and disappearing as her Choot slid up and down its length. His Lund squeezed into her belly. She cupped her bouncing Mummey and squeezed them in excitement as her Chutads rose and fell faster and faster. "Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck my Choot, madarchod! Fuck me!" she shouted ecstatically. "Take it! Take it, whore! Take my prick! Oh fuck … oh fuck … yes! Ohhh yes! Take it, slut! Take it!" Under her, the coconut vendor groaned and gasped, his hips lurching up and down. She was magnificent, utterly magnificent.
Her Choot slid up and down the length of his Lund. He gasped loudly, his head bent, watching transfixed as her Choot gobbled his Lund, slid up, then down again. He caressed her Chutads and, parting them, fingered her anus. She moaned, moving faster still. Her Mummey and the gold chain around her neck swung and jiggled and flapped. Her Chutads slapped against his strong thighs, his Lund emerging as her Choot rose up its length, then disappearing as she slid herself back onto him again and again. He could hold still no longer. Holding her by the waist, he began to swing his hips in time to hers. At the same time, he rolled his hips in tight circles, skewering and reaming her Choot from all angles, probing every nook and cranny of her thirsty cram. His hips swinging and bobbing, his Chutads flexing and unflexing powerfully, his mighty, weighty balls slapping at her Chutads, going faster and faster and faster, pistoning like a trip hammer, his Lund reaming and twisting and squeezing into her channel harder and deeper and faster with each thrust, he fucked her like a demon. His shaft rasped against her inflamed Choot-Dana, rasping and sawing in and out. The air split with the sound of their rising voices. "Oh ma … oh ma … yes … yes fuck me ... that's it ... yes ... OHHhh uhhh yes .... Oh fuck yes.. uhhh OH … OH!" she gasped. "OUHHH …. yes-yes-yes … uhhh!" he grunted in response. She soared up the curve of a gigantic climax and, hitting the peak, crashed over into a series of back-to-back orgasms, moaning and shuddering and gasping, her long neck steeply arched, the breath driven from her throat as he rammed in deeper, harder, and faster. He paused as her Choot convulsed on his submerged Lund, and pushed her down onto her front, her Chutads thrust up high at him, her face on side on the sand.
He shuffled his legs wide and straddled her hips in a deep squat. Taking a deep breath and holding her by the hips and Chutads pinned under him, he ram-fucked her savagely and without warning. Hard and deep and fast he took her, his Lund pistoning furiously in and out of her Choot like a battering ram. His belly sucked in with the strain and his powerful body corded, the muscles and tendons popping in his sweating torso. His hips hammered violently back and forth, his enormous Lund ramming and reaming into her flesh. He gasped loudly in time to his thrusts, slamming into her and going ah- uh-ah-uh-ah-uh-ah. He bent forward over her, his arms outstretched on either side of hers and went even faster, his thick Lund glistening and gleaming with their commingled juices as he plundered her frantically convulsing Choot. His Lund pounded and sawed in and out of her Choot, rasping over her gorged Choot-Dana. "OHHHHHHH!" she shouted loudly with her eyes screwed shut in agonised ecstasy, her lovely mouth torn wide open. Her body jerked and lurched under his, writhing uncontrollably. Her voice ululated in ecstasy, and he gasped and panted like a bull, his nostrils flared, his eyes wide, scarcely believing the incredible heat that seared his loins. "UNNNNNNGH …. OH uhh!" he gasped. She came again and again and again and he could hold back no more. With a deep growl he thrust savagely into her several times and finally yielded, gasping as his searing cum spumed in a copious flood into her greedy Choot. Aarti collapsed, sobbing and gasping, her body trembling with excitement. He had been far better than she had dared hope.
The coconut vendor was gasping too, his head bowed, his hands sliding up her body gently to cup her sandy Mummey. She shivered at his touch. His Lund dwindled and slowly, he slid out of her. He sat with his legs folded under him, his chest heaving, gasping and panting. Slowly, she turned around on her back and smiled up at him. He began to rise when she stopped him. "Hey," she said softly, her hand on his Lund. "Where are you going?" A grin split his face. She curled an arm around his head and drew his mouth to her and kissed him deeply, her tongue roving in his mouth. Her Mummey flattened against his chest and her hand was busy between his legs, deftly arousing him. She slithered down till her face was between his legs and he moaned as she took his Lund in her mouth and began to arouse him again. They fucked several times. She sucked him and had him tongue-fuck her Choot. They sixty-nined and then she rolled over and took him between her legs and thrashed and heaved under him, kissing him hungrily, her hips jerking with his, flying from one orgasm to another. They stopped briefly, and went into the house, where she didn't give him time to admire the gorgeous decor, but took him straight to the bathroom. They showered and fucked in the bath, and then returned to bed to continue. And after all that, she still wanted more. She was insatiable, irresistible, a goddess of lust. The man groaned as Aarti bent over his lap, squeezing his rapidly thickening Lund between her gorgeous Mummey. He moaned softly as her magical tongue coiled about his Lund-head yet again. He could not resist her. Her lips parted and slid about his cum-sticky Lund again, sucking with a gentle, insistent pressure, her tongue flicking and rapping at his Lund-head, winding about it, her head bobbing slowly over his lap, his Lund in her fist.
She rose and smoothly swung one slender, perfectly proportioned limb over his hips, straddling his lap, his Lund in her hands. She wanted him deep inside her and she spread her legs, on her feet in a deep squat, slowly impaling herself on his rigid Lund, her lovely face arching back, her hands on his Lund as her Choot sank down lower and lower still, engulfing his Lund deep in her hot flesh. Her shoulders hollowed and she hissed thickly in pleasure. The man fondled her Choot-Dana, her nipples. She moaned, her head jerking to one side, and began to ride him. She bucked heavily on his lap, her hips rising and falling, going up and down, her hairy Choot sliding up the length of his Lund then crashing back again. His Lund glistened and gleamed as it emerged and disappeared. He held her Chutads, parted them, and fingered her anus. She yielded and shouted out sharply as his finger slid into her Gaand-hole. "OHHHHh …. uhh!" Aarti moaned, "Yes oh ma uh yes... fuck me uhh OH!" "C'mon whore take it! Take my Lund ….. UHHH!" he responded. Faster and faster she bucked, the gold chain around her neck tossing, her fair body glistening with sweat. Her Mummey jiggled and bounced, the nipples painfully erect. His Lund was massive, hot and hard, ridged with glorious thick, hard, heavy veins that rasped against her inflamed Choot-Dana. She hissed sexily, cupping her heavy Mummey and squeezing them, rolling them under her palms. The man bucked under her, drawing his knees up and tossing her on his lap. She shouteded out, her mouth in a wide 'O' of delight, arching back to fondle and cup his heavy balls. It was ecstasy, his finger in her anus, now in, now out, his Lund in her Choot, filling her to the brim. Gasping, she paused and rose off his Lund slowly to turn around with her back to him. He slithered down the bed till his hips were at the edge, his feet on the floor. She sat across his lap again, her feet on the floor and, holding his Lund in one hand, eased her Choot down on his Lund again. He watched fascinated as she maneuvered it in her hand, moving it to her Choot- lips, feeding his thick Lund-head into her Choot with elegant fingers and manicured, shapely fingernails, and moving his Lund round and round in her Choot.
Then her hot Choot squeezed and clamped on his Lund as she jammed it down hard on his Lund, taking him whole into her flesh. He gripped her hips and bucked under her, his loins blazing with lust. As he rammed his Lund up deep into her Choot, she shouted out, the breath whooshing from her throat, her long neck arched, her mouth jerking wide open. "Ohhh ma uhhh …. yes yes …. Ohhh ma … yes fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Aarti shouted, bucking and jerking in frenzy on his enormous Lund. Aarti rode his Lund, her hands on her knees, her belly sucked in, her Mummey jiggling, and her eyes on the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. She was mesmerised by the sight of his gargantuan pole between her legs emerging and disappearing as her Choot slid up and down its length. His Lund squeezed into her belly. She cupped her bouncing Mummey and squeezed them in excitement as her Chutads rose and fell faster and faster. "Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck my Choot, madarchod! Fuck me!" she shouted ecstatically. "Take it! Take it, whore! Take my prick! Oh fuck … oh fuck … yes! Ohhh yes! Take it, slut! Take it!" Under her, the coconut vendor groaned and gasped, his hips lurching up and down. She was magnificent, utterly magnificent.
She slammed down on his Lund and flexed and unflexed her Chutads rapidly, squeezing his Lund with her Choot.
The coconut vendor gasped in joy. Reaching down, she cupped his balls and swung her hips in tight, erotic circles over his lap. Her shoulders were hunched, her Mummey hot and swollen and her belly sucked inward as she mashed her Choot- flesh with his Lund, mashing her sodden Choot. The man grunted and squeezed her Chutads open, pressing a thumb to her anus. Aarti shuddered in pleasure, her head arching, suffused with joy. Nikunj caught them at it. They were too deeply enmeshed in lustfire to care. For a second, he stood at the door, watching in stunned surprise as Aarti bucked and bounced on the stranger's Lund. Her body shone with sweat and her face was a vision of lust, the nostrils flared, and the eyes hooded and glassy. As he watched, she swirled her Choot round and round on his Lund. "Yes ... ohh fuck yes ... fuck me lover! Fuck my Choot!" Nikunj heard her say. TBC
The coconut vendor gasped in joy. Reaching down, she cupped his balls and swung her hips in tight, erotic circles over his lap. Her shoulders were hunched, her Mummey hot and swollen and her belly sucked inward as she mashed her Choot- flesh with his Lund, mashing her sodden Choot. The man grunted and squeezed her Chutads open, pressing a thumb to her anus. Aarti shuddered in pleasure, her head arching, suffused with joy. Nikunj caught them at it. They were too deeply enmeshed in lustfire to care. For a second, he stood at the door, watching in stunned surprise as Aarti bucked and bounced on the stranger's Lund. Her body shone with sweat and her face was a vision of lust, the nostrils flared, and the eyes hooded and glassy. As he watched, she swirled her Choot round and round on his Lund. "Yes ... ohh fuck yes ... fuck me lover! Fuck my Choot!" Nikunj heard her say. TBC