Supriyadevi’s eyes popped open wide at first, because she was highly aroused and she wasn’t sure that her husband will urinate in her mouth. Then the taste of his urine on her tongue told her what was happening. She jerked her mouth away, feeling him urinate onto her chin and throat.
“Oh, you naughty!” She mewled.
She then opened her mouth wide, letting him urinate into her mouth. With a wild whimper, she ran her tongue about his urinating cock, then closed her lips over the prick head.
She started gulping the stocked urine inside her mouth and allowed her husband to continue his urination. She was now gulping the salty urine of her husband directly from his cock as if she was drinking some tasty cold-drink from a bottle.
That’s when her cunt burst into searing fire as she started cumming. The orgasm was so strong it shook her naked body violently. She made low gurgling sounds as she held her husband’s cockhead between her lips.
Her tongue was flapping across his piss hole, tasting the warm and slightly yellowish urine. The urine spewed down her throat as she moaned and gulped. And her own stream came out of her cunt powerfully…. jetting from her tight cunt-lips out to splash on the bathroom’s floor.
Protibha, seeing what her Sasuri and Sasur were doing, gave a squeal and shoved her face toward his crotch. Instantly her tongue strained out and she started licking at his piss-soaked balls as best as she could.
The affectionate Bengalee Sasuri, feeling her Bouma there, lifted her mouth off from her husband’s urinating cock. She pulled her Bouma’s chin…. and aimed her husband’s urinating cock at her opened mouth. She gurgled and closed her lips around her Sasur’s still-urinating cock, drinking the urine from his prick just like her Sasuri.
“Ooooo, baby,” Supriyadevi cooed. “Drink it down!,” and then looking at her husband, she urged him, “Urinate more, dear! Keep urinating!” Her Bouma clung to his cock until the last few drops dribbled out, then lifted away, giggling with delight.
“You see, Baba,” Protibha said. “We could drink five gallons of your tasty urine to kiss the place it comes from.”
“Yeah, but that’s because you two are crazy,” He said smilingly.
Supriyadevi then turned her head toward her Bouma slightly and dragged her wet tongue down her husband’s ball sack. She began luxuriously flicking her hot tongue all over his urine-soaked balls to clean it fully. It felt heavenly.
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Pritam was sitting with a bottle of whiskey next evening to reminisce the quick developments of his family. He felt himself happy for the rapid changes of the Chowdhury family and he was sure that the rest of his family would also accept those changes gladly.
That’s when he noticed a covered letter that was kept on the tea-table. He could see it comes from the bank…. another notice regarding the repayment of outstanding mortgage loan. He sighed in frustration not seeing a single ray of hope as he drank another peg.
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