Jamal now turned around her and had one arm behind her back. He pulled her close with his left hand, while his other arm started to fondle her boobs firmly. Their tongues mingled… battled, as Gargi took his cock into her hand. It was straight and firm. She caressed it gently, slowly, careful not to cause an accident.
Jamal’s hand slid down his dream-queen Tolly actress’s back, across her firm ass, where it lingered for a moment, then down to her skirt. On its way back up, his hand slid under her skirt, rising until it found the edge of the cutaway section under her cheek. His cock surged in her hand. “Crotchless panties! Oh, yes! Fuck, they turn me on.” He groped her ass, then her thighs, then her ass again as his tongue slid back into her mouth.
“Let me take your T-shirt off,” Jamal hissed in rising excitement.
He found the single chain’s clip on the inside of the T-shirt, under the midsection of her chest, pulled it down, and removed the T-shirt out of her skirt. She helped him slide it off her shoulders, and stood before him in her red skirt with a matching red sexy bra.
“Pull up the skirt slowly….very slowly,” he commanded.
Gargi did what was asked to her, and when the skirt was just below her crotch…..when the cutaway edge was barely visible, she pirouetted seductively, exposing her ass cheeks for a split second. Immediately he moved towards her, caressed her shoulders for a moment, then reached down her back to unclasp her bra.
“It opens from the front,” Gargi giggled like a innocent child as she reached up to undo it.
Jamal slapped her hand away, firmly but gently, and undid it himself. He slid his hands under the open sides, and brushed the cups off her tits as he took each one in his hands. Then he sat on the edge of the bed in front of her.
“Beautiful……magnificent…..awesome…..fucking gorgeous tits,” he mumbled hypnotically.
Her pink nipples stood at attention after his ministrations. Then his attention became riveted onto her neck and noticed the Mangalsutra. “I know you’re married with two children and your son is just about my age. Maybe you’re feeling odd to have your first customer is as old as your son….am I right?” he asked incredulously in which Gargi nodded approvingly.
“OK….does your husband know you do this?”He queried suddenly noticing the Sindoor on her Sinthi in which she nodded uncomfortably. Damn! She’d looked so ravenous and filthy with the bright red Sindoor and Mangalsutra around her neck.
“Yes,” she lied quickly. Best not to give him any ideas of blackmail.
He searched her eyes and continued, “Your kids?”
She started to shake her head, but realized that her face had given her away, and looking at her shoes said quietly, “Yes.”
“So this is what…..a profession? Failed to establish as a renowned heroine and thereby not to earn sufficiently from films, you’ve to choose this easiest profession, right?”
Gargi was blushing furiously by now. “Something like that,” she muttered. “Although you’re my blind fan, I don’t want to talk about my kids and family, okay?” She had crossed her arms in front of her breasts.