Mustaq was fucking his full eleven inches in and out of her now. On the pullbacks, some of her pussy-juices would often leak out onto Nandan’s face. The smell was amazing. He could realise that his daughter was building towards an massive orgasm. Her moans were gaining speed and pitch.
Mustaq was moaning too….. and Nandan realised that he was going to cum in his daughter’s mouth soon. So to quicken her daughter’s orgasm, he put his thumb back on her clit as he heard the pitch of her squeals rise. He could feel her legs trembling on either side of his head…. then she stopped suddenly.
As Mustaq continued to slam into her tight cunt, Rajnandini began to climax. Her scream filled the room. But this scream was not from pain, this was pure passion. Her father could feel her start to cum.
“Yes, yes, yes…..” She huffed, “Oh Mustaqda, fuck meeeeeeee…. haaaarrrddd…… daddy. …. please rub my clit more…… I’m going to cummmmmmm……”.
Mustaq could feel his load beginning it’s trip up his shaft. So pulling the bitch tight to his crotch, he began to empty his load deep within her. First one spurt then another. Then suddenly pulling back his glistening cock fully from her clutching pussy, he fisted his cock, milking his remaining cum onto her ass cheeks.
Both Mustaq and Rajnandini were breathing like freight trains. Below them, her father stopped rubbing her clit, and Mustaq released his now softening cock, his balls resting on Nandan’s forehead. A remaining drop of cum fell to his face.
Taking his cock back in his hand, Mustaq now began smearing his cum on Rajnandini’s ass, coating it in his juices. Then pulling back he wiped his cock on her father’s face and stepped back slightly. “Clean that up for me, wont’ you Duttababu?”
Without disgusting, Nandan grabbed his daughter’s ass firmly….. pulling her cummy cunt to his mouth. Mustaq stumbled away towards the kitchen…… returning soon with a bottle of whisky, falling into an armchair with a sigh.
Meanwhile Surindar was scull-fucking the renowned actress-dancer, slamming his cock into her throat, making her choke and cough. Then pushing her back he reached down as he pulled his balls out of the way and said, “I want your mouth on my asshole bitch.”
Shaking her head ‘no’, Indrani began pulling back. A sharp slap in the face got her attention. The sound got Mustaq’s attention as well. Taking a long draw on the drinks, he grinned at his partner. “There you go bro, don’t take any shit. If you want your ass reamed, make her do it.” Mustaq said with a chuckle.
Grabbing her silky hair, Surindar then pulled the struggling heroine to the edge of the bed and pushed her back to her knees. Looking down at her frightened face, he felt a surge of power wash over him. Taking his hand back, he slapped her twice…… first on one side of her face then on the other.
Then grabbing her chin in his hand, he brought his face close to her. ” Make me ask you again and it will get nasty.”
He sat down on the bed with his ass on the edge. Leaning back, he hooked his arms under his knees…. opening himself up. Looking through his legs, he could see Indrani’s face, her cheeks red with his hand imprint.