Before Gargi could give her an answer, the thirsty two times divorcee actress had already made the decision for her with another wild kiss. Gargi also cooperated her and their breaths grew heavy as their tongues battled, writhing against one another. Swastika at one time slipped Gargi’s Anchal from her shoulder and unhooked her front open blouse slowly. Being puzzled, Gargi forgot to resist her attempt as Swastika pushed her bra up and grabbed one of her large breasts, groping it gently.
Gargi moaned in Swastika’s mouth when her right nipple was pinched, scared of how easily Swastika was getting what she wanted. But she herself was getting so wet from the way Swastika was treating her.
“Oh my God, Swastika, I can’t believe what we’re doing……” Gargi moaned while the younger actress played with her heavy breasts. Suddenly she bent forward and clamped her lips on Gargi’s left nipple, licking it until it turned stiff.
“You haven’t seen nothing yet Gargidi!” said Swastika, before pulling down her own Saree’s Anchal.
She then removed her own blouse and the straps of her pretty bra to expose her lovely, juicy breasts. Gargi’s jaw dropped. She took a moment to cup and admire the talented actress’s coveted tits.
Now it was Swastika’s turn and she became surprised when Gargi lowered her head slightly onto her chest. She kissed her boobs voraciously, sucking her diamond-hard nipples like a starving animal….desperate for nourishment. Swastika then tried to get under Shrabanti’s saree-saya but it was too unwieldy and in the heat of passion she simply ripped her off.
Gargi once again gasped, worried about how she was going to walk out of the large hall with a torn saree. However she forgot about it soon when Swastika dropped to her knees and tugged her little black panties aside. The kinky actress smiled lovingly at Gargi and kissed her mound…. taking a little taste of her panty-covered pussy at first.
Gargi moaned and leaned back a little bit into a pile of boxes. Noticing it Swastika giggled and teased her with another quick lick before pulling down her small panties around her ankles. Gargi said nothing but her hand stroked Swastika’s silky hair, silently pleading her to keep going. Swastika was just about to do so when the closet door opened behind her unexpectedly.
“WHAT’S GOING ON IN HERE?” the security guard shouted as he flipped the switch next to the door.
The two Bengalee celebs let out a terrified shriek as the bright led light coming from a single bulb….hanging on top of them. It’s brightness blinded them for a moment. Quickly Swastika picked up her thin synthetic saree to cover up her nakedness and thereby tried to protect her shyness with futile attempt as best as she could.
Clad in an extremely unflattering light brown uniform, the confused old man yelled, “Hey, you two can’t be in here!”
Although the guard showed his mock anger, his lusty gaze wandered over the two glamourous actresses’s half-covered bare, creamy, white boobs. Although Swastika was able to cover her nakedness to some extent with her only saree, Gargi couldn’t even do that. However her left hand was trying desperately to cover her huze milk-white boobs while she put her right palm on her pussy in shame from his prying eyes.