Sasur ne apni Bahu ko BLACKMAIL kiya

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fat thumb into her wetting pussy and began to work it in unison with his beefy
long finger in her ass hole. "God I can probably cum this way too!" she said to
herself. Now Kumar began to undulate his massive pelvis slipping his huge lust
maddened prick in and out of her lips. Never quite withdrawing but leaving the
hot swollen head a half inch inside her hot wet oral cavern. He began to pump
his lund in and out keeping the pace with the fingers fucking into her dual
passages from behind. He smiled with the realization that she was taking more
and more of his penis between her tender clasping lips as she became
accustomed to its fleshy presence. She sucked furiously to bring him to climax
as she felt her own choot ready to cum.

Suddenly her orgasm burst and she groaned around the thrusting lund in her
mouth, her orgasm flooding in wild sensual waves of cum around the thrusting
finger in her choot and gave a bath with her choot juices to her hand. It was
indescribable rapture and the whole of her crotch felt wet and excited beyond
belief. Tears of subconscious joy rolled from her eyes. Simultaneously she felt
him push his hips upward against her face and he groaned a soul-searching
grunt as suddenly he flooded her mouth with his hot thick cum spurting wildly
down her throat in vast gushes. She gulped automatically swallowing the
slightly pungent liquid in her efforts to satiate the still abandoned feelings of
degradation continued to overwhelm her. There was nothing else in the world
except the steaming throb of her wet passage behind and the squirting lund in
her mouth. At last she swallowed all the cum of her father in law. Then it was
all over and she still lay above him and he was caressing the round smooth
mounds of her buttocks and stroking her thighs affectionately.

Saadia shivered with excitement as her father-in-law smiled down at her. It
stemmed from the lubricious gleam in his dark eyes and the still stiff flesh that
jutted from his groin. She trembled and whimpered. The aroused thrills
increased as he leaned over and pulled her to his chest. Without speaking, he
pulled her half-naked body to his, crushing her supple form to him. She came
without hesitation, the stiff nipples of her melon-like breasts stabbing at his
chest. There was absolutely no protest as his tongue darted from his mouth.
Her lips opened and accepted the oral probe that filled the emptiness left by his
withdrawn lund. Her own tongue playfully dueled around the flicking invader,
then pushed its way into his mouth. Carefully, she wedged a thigh between his
legs and rubbed it over the exposed length of his manhood, still hard and
powerful feeling. He moaned around the mouthful of tongue that speared
toward the back of his throat. She pressed tightly to him, relishing in the
inciting sensation of her tit mounds flattening against his chest, and then
slowly swaying her hips so that the globes rolled deliciously over him. She
forgot that she was blackmailed to do all this. Now she was doing this all
because of her own lust. Her hand slid down his back, anchoring into the taut
boulders of his ass and pulled his crotch to hers. Simultaneously, his hands
followed hers, dipping her buttocks.

Her little wiggle movements increased to a provocative dance as his hands
covered the perky, rounded curves of her bottom. He squeezed down. His
fingers firmly dug into the fleshy globes. For several minutes they clung to each
other, their tongues darting and exploring the now familiar interiors of their
mouths. Their hands squeezed and urged. Their bodies pressed together with a
sensual nearness. Reluctantly, they separated, gazing at one another for a
silent second or two. Then his hands withdrew from her ass and moved to the
front of her breasts, her own fingers occupied themselves with the imposing
shaft that was touching wantonly from his crotch to her pussy. With loving
tenderness, her fingertips glided up and down the still moist spike of flesh; still
damp with the traces of her saliva and his spunk. It jerked and jumped under
her teasing. Its red glans glistened from the fresh sexual oils that oozed from
his balls. She wrapped her arms round his neck and playfully nibbled at his ear.
Then he turned her and laid her down on his bed.

He smiled down at the willing young woman, her daughter in law. Lowering
himself beside her in his bed, he once more scooped her up in his arms. Her
inciting fingers were back at his lund, as he slid one of his hands between her
silk-textured thighs. She whimpered with arousal as his palm closed around the
fleshy mound of her pubis. He squeezed, roughly molding the vulnerable knoll of
her sex. Her hips twitched eagerly, hunching their willingness into his fingers.
He could feel the moisture of her anticipation welling from between the outer
lips of her labia. There was no need for further foreplay, but that was exactly
what made the things he did to her so enjoyable.

Wiggling a finger into the thick, quivering lips of her choot, he sluiced into the
juice-filled mai madarchod hu of her vagina, twisting and twirling the intimate digit. The
soft folds of her tunnel of desire responded, squeezing around the probe that
had invaded her body. Her pelvis moved up and down, working itself on him as
if it were feeding on the thickness of a lund, rather than a single finger. His
nakedness only made the wonderfully firm mounds of her breasts that more
enjoyable. Heavy and round, they pressed against his chest, rolling and
spearing the stiffness of their erect nipples into his skin. Her hands slid up and
down on his prick, neither demanding nor urgent, but letting him know she was
more than ready to have its thickness buried within the tight sheath of her
belly. But he still waited, gliding another finger into her heated hole of passion,
while yet another fingertip tapped at her clit, taunting it out from under the
thin membrane of its hood. It was as if he teased her body to quell forever
whatever traces of "BLACKMAIL" still remained in her body.

She whimpered, writhing against his body, as big fingers expertly manipulated
dual digits into the enveloping socket of sex, while his third finger flicked and
fondled a prodigious series of thrills through her body. She felt him move beside
her and his free hand rolled her to her back. He edged up a little and his mouth
kissed at her neck working downward until it captured one of the high-perched
cherries of flesh topping a warm, pink-colored tit. His tongue moistly caressed
the stiffened bud as his lips sucked. She groaned. The double stimulation of her
body was fantastic. Her lips twisted with the mounting desires that trembled
through her. Her body writhed, swishing over the bed. Her hips rose and fell in
time with the steady in out pumping of his fingers. Her hands clamped tightly
around his lund shaft, squeezing and Amiring along its pulsating length. He was
controlling her once again. He knew the sexual needs of a woman and even
more important, he cared about fulfilling them. Only one man had had that type
of control over her body until now - her husband, Amir. Now she had found
another - her father-in-law.

She groaned, as his fingers upped their tempo, sluicing into the hot mouth of
her belly. Her hips surged up and down, matching the increased rhythm. Amir!
What would he think ... what would he do, if he knew I was here? If he knew I
was giving my body to his father with the same willingness that I gave myself
to him? She wanted to know what to do and how to handle the situation, but
those marvelous fingers gliding in and out of her vagina were too demanding.
I'm a raandi! A shameless rakheel who can't get enough sex! Can't get enough hot,
hard lund stuffed up my choot! But she didn't feel like a rakheel. She felt like a
passion-filled woman who was getting the sex she needed and wanted, from an
experienced man who knew how to satisfy her.

God! He feels so good! I'm going to come if he keeps this up! I want his lund
for that! Not his fingers! Still, her father-in-law pumped his vigorously gliding
fingers into the trembling groove of her pussy. In and out, then twisting a little,
he finger-fucked her, eliciting desire-laden whimpers and moans from her
writhing lips. Does he want me to beg? Does he want me to plead for his lund?
She knew the answers to her questions even before she asked them to herself.
She knew he wanted to be asked to fuck her. He wanted her to know that he
had only given her what she had wanted and at no time had there ever been a
question of blackmailing. He was right. She wanted him. Even as she knew that
his father in law was blackmailing her. She wanted and ached for him now.

"Fuck me!" she moaned, gasping for her breath. "Please, I want this wonderful
lund of yours! Please! My God, PLEASE! Please give me your hard lund in my
choot!"

His mouth immediately pulled off her tit and he slid atop her, his fulI weight
pressing her into the ground and she loved every manly ounce of his body. His
fingers jerked free of her snatch and gripped her hips. Her hands guided the
knob-like thickness of his shaft's head to the waiting, throbbing entrance of her
choot. His hips jerked violently and he slammed up into the quivering wetness of
her pussy. She grunted-whimpered with the abrupt penetration of her
passion-keen body. His thickness packed her to the brim. There was no pause,
no hesitating moment to revel in the union of their bodies. His pelvis jerked up,
wrenching the filling firmness of lund from her vagina, then he lurched forward,