As an added bonus, he was in complete control from here. And from his hunching motion, Nandan could tell that Mustaq was feeding his his daughter cock. As her eyes got bigger, Nandan knew he was feeding her more.
Despite his outrage, there was no mistaking the fact, that Nandan was rock hard. His own eight inches hard cock was leaking copious amounts of fluid. On the one level he was watching his family getting savagely raped, on the other he was ringside for a wild live sex-show.
Rajnandini felt the huge cock forcing its way into her throat. Mustaq was fucking her face just like Surindar was fucking her mother’s pussy.
“Now Miss Dutta, you need to learn to breath on the pull backs. Just follow the rhythm.” Mustaq instructed.
Rajnandini tried and with a bit of effort….. found her self breathing in, while Mustaq pulled out. “Ok now, get ready, you’re going to take it deep”.
Rajnandini tensed as she felt Mustaq’s huze cock slip into her throat. Her gag reflex was easier to control from this position but the strange feeling of his hard cock sliding down her throat was still hard to take. Suddenly she felt his pubic hair on her nose.
“Oh yea, that’s what I’m talking about… all the way fucking down.”
Mustaq could feel her throat muscles pulling on his cock as if the promising actress was trying to encourage him deeper. He had no more to give….. she had all the ten inches buried in her mouth. Looking down at her, he could clearly see the bulge of his man meat in her throat. Easing back, he could hear her sucking in air.
“Good girl” He said as he fucked just the first couple of inches into her face stroking her forehead and smiling down. “One more time now.”
Nandan locked his eyes with his daughter as Mustaq began the journey back down her throat. The fear was now clearly gone from her eyes. As he bottomed out and his balls obstructed the view of his daughter’s eyes, Nandan realised that the fear had been replaced with…..Pride.
The little slut was proud of the fact that she could swallow all the ten inches of his meat. This realisation both infuriated and excited her father. The sounds coming from the head of the bed were getting louder now.
On the other hand, the great Tolly Queen Indrani Dutta was obviously building towards an orgasm. Each time the Punjabi intruder bottomed out, everyone in the room could hear her pleasuring grunt. Surindar too was groaning with each thrust.
“Oh, Oh fuck…. fuck me hard. …. I’m going to cum…..” Indrani moaned as Surindar gathered speed.
She could feel her orgasm building. This one would not be denied. Surindar was pounding her from behind madly. Each deep stroke provided friction against her clit.
He suddenly cried out “Take it you bitch, take my fucking Punjabi cum.”
As Indrani felt the first spray of the Punjabi antisocial’s hot cum wash the inside of her hungry pussy, she let the waves of her orgasm wash over her. Never in her life had she cum like this with her husband although she experienced it few times with Kader only. Never in her life had she even cum on her husband’s cock, only when he rubbed her afterwards or on those rare occasions when he ate her.