“I need you to fuck me, right now.” She mumbled….. lifting her head. The words were emotionless, almost robotic. Ankan had never heard her be so direct. He began to roll on top of her but she stopped him.
“What’s the matter?” He was surprised.
“No, do me from behind….. like my mother….. I mean doggy-style.” She directed his attention towards the screen.
Ankan obliged happily…… pressing her forward so that they both faced the screen. Her pussy was hot liquid as he entered her. He began to fuck her aggressively, unable to contain his passions.
“No…. no, slowly, just like them.” Oishi cautioned her husband.
He looked to the screen, where his mother-in-law’s ass was pushed up into the air. Selim had her head pressed hard into the bedsheet with one hand as he very slowly sank his cock into her. He then pulled out just as slowly, almost torturing her with his cock as each inch of it dragged across her engorged labia.
Ankan followed suit, trying to mimic the precise pace of the couple’s fuck. After a few moments, he felt relieved…… he had gotten so hot by slowing down his thrust. He’d actually be able to last longer than the 30 seconds before blowing his load and bringing an end to the hot scenario unfolding before him. Oishi began to moan loudly and roll her hips…. if her goal was to be tortured and tantalized, she was getting what she wanted.
“You ready to cum again for me, baby?” He heard Selim Chacha ask his mother-in-law….. after a few minutes as the movie took another turn.
“Oh, God, yes please!” Sreelekha moaned in the screen as Selim grabbed a fistful of her hair, and barked to her “Then cum and get this dick, baby….. cum fuck this dick.”
With that he leaned back a little, and Sreelekha began to work her hips back and forth, building up the speed, until her ass began to smack loudly on his thighs with each of her thrusts.
“Like that, like that,” Oishi whispered….. watching her mother getting pounded roughly by Selim Chacha.
Ankan got the hint. He pulled her hair gently and stopped thrusting, letting her do the work. Oishi’s eyes remain glued to the TV, where there was now a close-up of her mother’s very red, glistening pussy impaling itself over and over on Selim’s black cock. She and her mother were picking up the pace, and Ankan could tell from her breathing and flushed back that his wife was getting very close to orgasm.
“Nice work, baby. You get ready to cum for me…” Selim Chacha growled.
He pulled Sreelekha up hard by the hair, pinching her nipples hard with his free hand, and began to fuck her fast and hard. By now Ankan got the game…. he followed suit. He had never seen his wife this hot before. His entire face was flushed, on fire, and he could feel her wetness dripping onto his balls.
“Oh fuck, yes, oh my God…” Oishi seemed like she could barely breathe at this point.
On screen, Ankan watched as the stud servant cum driver kept slamming into his respected Sasurima, fist full of hair, and then dropped his left hand under her pelvis and rubbed her clit with abandon. He did the same, finding the hard ball of fire that was his wife’s clit and rubbing harder than he’d ever done.