Previously, this Bangladeshi guy had been one of many unknown agents until a little amateur photography, with a little voyeurism. But a whole lot of luck turned him into one of Tollywood’s most prominent producer…. a few years ago.
Industry insiders rumored the fact that Kader started to operate alone his office with some mean, unlawful business. He’d accumulated quite an array of mostly young, B-grade Bong actresses. There was no doubt that he’d made mostly a lot of money in recent years.
For this instant however, he looked just like any other 25-something with his hand on his dick. To go with his great name was a very average looking man…. not ugly but not a head-turner.
He wasn’t not too skinny and not fat but highly muscular with a strong body. He was in his early 30’s with short, curly dark hair…. highly-styled in a messy fashion.
He normally wore a completely unbuttoned white shirt. He was black like an African Nigro, due to his Nigerian mother to whom his Bangladeshi father had married.
At present, his one hand was wrapped tightly around his own stiff cock ( another part of his appearance that was as immense as his name ). His other hand was however clutched a handful of the deep-black mane of the famous Tolly anchor.
“Don’t you dare close your mouth bitch!” hissed Kader as he glared into her eyes. “I know how much you loved swallowing this all down!”
Rachana knew what was going to happen. She just stared in glazy-faced at his slick bellend black pole….. awaiting for the forthcoming explosion of cum.
A couple of tugs on his bloated prick saw the first long strand of thick, creamy jizz fire towards Rachana. It landed just below her left eye and immediately started to dribble down slowly towards her lips.
She never tried to turn away through pure, disgusted reflex as Kader’s firm hand pulled on her hair…. compelled her to stay where she was. Moreover she herself didn’t want to miss a drop of his precious cream.
“You’re gonna take every last drop of my dirty cum….. you 3-rd class slut!” he snarled. With that another two similar strings followed, hitting Rachana’s lovely face with a couple more wads of his warm goo.
At last he was spent out and the final few drops of cum dripped onto the generous mound of her left boob. He released his grip on both his fading dick and her head. She instinctively raised a hand to scoop up his sticky seed from her face and drink it.
“Not yet whore, you know the drill”, Kader batted away her hand and reached down by the side of his pillow…. picking up his camera.
“Now open your mouth wide.” He chuckled.
Rachana raised a hand and gave him a OK signal with her finger. He smiled….. noticing her cooperation and said. “You’d better open your mouth Rachanaji and give me the impression of come-to-bed eyes…. like the slut you are…. Rachanaji.”
Obediently, Rachana opened her mouth as the small rivers of salty slime trickled down into her mouth.
SNAP…… SNAP……SNAP…..
Kader took his hd camera and framed Rachana’s cum covered beautiful face. Instantly the hard copy of that shot came out from the camera which he carefully placed on the bed beside him.