“Uh…..yeah…… I can’t believe aunty, you’ve such a spectacular quality in dance also,” Nilay mumbled somehow.
“Awww, that’s fine,” She said, smiling. “‘Cause I’m in the mood now for some extra FUN!”
Kader and Jakir let out a low moan, “OOOOAH!”…… not believing that he could hear such remarks from this hot 48-yrs old Tolly goddess of sex. However from the looks of her body, she probably would have fucked him so hard… it would have blown his mind.
“Well then,” Sreelekha sighed with a sexy look on her face, “Nilay Sona, at least help me out of my shirt!”
Nilay, mumbling “Oh, man!” or something like that….. helping his Sree-aunty peel her T-shirt off from her flabby stomach and chest. Finally her full body…. now covered only in red bra and panties was revealed for which they’d all been dying to see since her attachment with Taramaa Motion Pictures.
Meanwhile she continued her erotic dancing in the middle of the room in front of three pairs of hungry eyes….. putting her hands on her hips as she twirled herself behind Nilay. At one point, she turned around, raised an eyebrow at Kader, and put up one hand in the air as she gave him the “Come Here” sign with her finger.
And Kader did like a hypnotized person as he was indicated. This bitch sexpot had him in the palm of her hand, and he was powerless to resist. He walked over to her, as Nilay and Jakir looking on at them. She then sat him down in a chair in the center of them.
She once again started her cabaret dancing in front of Kader, slowly moving her ass back and forth in front of his face. She looked back every now and then with a wicked smile to see how turned on she was getting him.
Oh Allah! was she ever, Kader thought as he stared at her perfectly flawless and white forty-eight-year-old rear end…. just inches from his face. The sight of her tiny panties tugging at her millk-white buns was so hot that Kader just wanted to rip them off from her ass and bury his face in that creamy texture.
He could hardly resist himself, and at one point, he reached out for her jiggling gloves. She felt his hands on her butt and reached around. With a little wag of her finger, she mumbled “uh-uh!”. She smiled, a smile Kader knew was a promise there’d be more to come later.
She was still dancing in front of him, holding her hair up with her hands and there by showing her smooth hairless armpits. She bit her bottom lip in an ‘oh-so-sexy way’….. letting them know how hot SHE was getting now.
All of them in the room had to adjust their bulging crotch again and again as they watched her super-hot cabaret dance. Her seductive dance in front of them, ’cause it was just too much’. The music now started towards a crescendo, and at one point, she turned around and faced Kader.
“So, how’s my dance going on so far for the special scenes you wish to incorporate? You like what you see?” she asked sexily.
“Oh yeah, Lekhadevi, I…. I…… really LOVE what I’m seeing so far,” Kader replied…. gulping a dry lump which was growing rapidly in his throat..