We moved like that for hours—slow, then frantic, then slow again—positions flowing like poetry, each one a passionate entanglement of limbs and souls, bodies slick with sweat and rain and cum, the air thick with the musky scent of sex, moans and grunts blending with the storm outside.
It started with Ajay and Sanjay claiming her first, as if to prepare her for me. They bent her over the sofa arm in doggy—Sanjay behind, his hands gripping her wide hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh as he positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing the head through her slick folds before thrusting in with a single, deep plunge that made her gasp and arch, her breasts swinging forward like ripe fruit. “Fuck, Aunty,” Sanjay groaned, starting a steady rhythm, his hips snapping against her ass with fleshy slaps, each thrust sending ripples through her cheeks, her pussy lips gripping his shaft visibly as he pulled back, coated in her cream. Ajay knelt in front, feeding her his cock for a blowjob—her full lips stretching around the girth, tongue swirling the head as she sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks, saliva dripping down her chin to splatter on her breasts. They revealed it all then, words tumbling out between moans: “Remember that ventilator, Aunty?” Ajay panted, hand in her hair guiding her mouth deeper. “Ankit helped us watch you bathe—climbing that bedpost, spying on your naked body, those tits soaping up, pussy lips glistening under the water.” Sanjay laughed breathlessly, thrusting harder, spanking her ass with sharp cracks that left red handprints blooming on her skin. “We made fake images too—photoshopped your face on porn sluts, jerked off to them every night, cum tributing your pics like a goddess, ropes shooting over your printed smile.”
Mummy moaned around Ajay’s cock at the confessions, her body responding with renewed heat, pussy clenching around Sanjay as he fingered her ass—slipping one, then two spit-slick digits into the tight pucker, stretching her slowly, knuckles deep, making her buck back against him. “We worshiped you with our cum,” Sanjay continued, voice strained as he fucked her pussy and ass in tandem, “splattering your fake nudes, imagining filling this tight hole.” She came then, shuddering between them, pussy squirting around Sanjay’s cock as he pulled out to cum on her ass cheeks, hot ropes painting the red spank marks.
Ajay took over next, flipping her into cowgirl—he lay back on the rug, pulling her atop him, her knees bracketing his hips as she sank down on his cock with a sigh, her pussy lips parting wide to swallow him, inner walls fluttering visibly around his shaft. She rode him passionately, hands on his chest for balance, hips circling in slow, grinding figure-eights that rubbed her clit against his pubic bone, breasts bouncing with each rise and fall, sweat beading between them to trickle down her sternum. Sanjay knelt behind, performing anilingus—his tongue rimming her ass, lapping at the tight ring with flat, broad strokes before pointing it to probe inside, tasting her musky depths while his fingers resumed anal fingering, scissoring to stretch her further. “We watched you sunbathe too,” Ajay confessed between grunts, hands spanking her bouncing ass lightly at first, then harder, the cracks echoing as her cheeks jiggled. “Ankit snuck us pics—your oiled skin, that petticoat clinging wet. We came buckets to those, bro.” Mummy’s pace quickened at the words, her moans romantic and desperate, leaning down to kiss Ajay deeply, tongues tangling soul-to-soul as she ground harder, her orgasm building until she shattered again, pussy milking him until he came inside her with a roar, flooding her depths.