Like clockwork, Rachana’s eyes opened wide as he tugged on her dark black hair with one hand. He pulled the panting TV-celeb’s skilled ruby lips off from his throbbing cock. He then gripped his swollen member with the other hand and aimed at her beautiful face.
If ever there was Kodak moment, this was it for Abdul Kader Sk. Quickly he raised himself from his lying position as Rachana knelt down in front of him…… being fully nude.
Her big, ripe tits not needing any help from the Wonder-bra to form a perfect cleavage that could put a couple of grand on any photo shoot fee. Her long, straight dark-black hair, which until around 15 minutes ago had looked like she just stepped out of the salon, was now slightly messier.
Her milky white flesh was glistening slightly with an almost invisible film of sweat but her makeup remained perfect.
Kader guessed she used that stuff they advertise on TV. Some famous make-up artist started extolling the virtues of the waterproof mascara….. used on the latest Tollywood film.
There didn’t exist a smudge on her face and not a smudge on the engorged stalk of his eager cock….. despite the fiery blow-job she’d just given.
Rachana’s eyes were wide and expectant….. her exhausted mouth was gaping open. Her ample chest was heaving as she gasped for air. A long, single strand of drool was hanging from one corner of her tender young lips.
She was still knelt on the bed, a purely high priced blue relaxing cushion on the 3rd floor of the famous five-star hotel. The room was modified what anyone would expect for a modernized office cum film-studio with different video tapes filled in a bookcase…..
One of it’s wall was covered with that huze bookcase and apart from it, at the far end, a sink was kept with a mirrored cabinet above it. Numerous photographs of Kader with the (predominantly female) actresses like Satabdi Roy, Debasree Roy, Mimi Chakraborty…. covered another wall.
Other important items….. like computer, hd camera, intercom to the secretary, paperwork, the usual crap on the desk, a couple of filing cabinets, a few plants, lights and a fine sofa were arranged beautifully.
Although Kader had christened himself now as a ‘Miracle Award Winner’….. some critiques could find fault with his lack of originality but not with his accurateness.
Now upon the sofa was Rachana’s sophisticated leather handbag and a pile of clothes….. recently thrown there. Her expensive Jamdani Saree, Saya, lacy bra and sleeveless blouse were crumpled underneath Kader’s black trousers, belt, shoes and socks.
There was a blue tie that hadn’t quite made it to it’s destination and was snaked across the floor in front of the settee. There were five objects between the currently locked door on one wall and the large window with the blinds shut on the other.
The objects were some luxurious chairs and desks…. which Kader’s clients and guests used, and of course the half-naked actresses. The other item was an arm-chair with a black suit jacket hanging on the back. Normally it was contained by Kader, a name so inconspicuous, it always aroused suspicion.