‘‘Holy shit, it won’t fit, you fucker.” The pleasure was beyond anything which she’d felt before, and she would felt a lot of cock up in her slit from now. But even though he was pushing her to the threshold of pain, it somehow still felt better being there.
“Ok, baby, go ahead, work it in to me slowly. Oh FUCK, that’s so good. MMMMmmmmmmm, yes, yes yes.”
Gargi’s voice went right to the ceiling as he drove it all the way in and she just curled up and took it. She was squeaking like an five year old kid now that he had gotten beyond her deepest depths and could still fuck her at will. Her cries were intoxicating and amazingly kinky, like he was fucking a little girl trapped inside the thirty-nine year old hottie of Tollywood Film-industry.
Meanwhile Konkona was doing her fair share of torturing by continuously sucking her clit while enjoying his large testicle slapping on her face. She could feel Gargi’s head drop occasionally into her naked crotch as she buried her face and screamed. Gargi’s leaking sex-pot was now getting the fuck of a lifetime, and she had front row seats for it. Gargi felt her having several small orgasms as they went along, each of which made her less and less coherent, and more and more susceptible to additional ones.
Luckily for Gargi, the young waiter found the whole thing terribly stimulating. But after about ten minutes, which for her felt like one hour, he began to feel the semen build again. Now, knowing it was his final shot of the night, he began to hammer her relentlessly, getting off on the near abuse he was giving her.
She had long ago lost all means of communicating anything, and had been reduced to a shrieking and whimpering mess. Now, as he prepared for his ultimate push, the new level of intensity seemed to have reawakened her. She raised her head up, and was trying to speak, but all that came out were guttural noises from her throat. He was massacring the matured Tolly celeb mother of two adult children with his cock, and it felt amazing.
At last he let it go and blasted his third load into Gargi’s ceaselessly quivering cunt. The shock of it was so great that she actually fell silent even though her mouth was open and her throat was trying to cry out. Even her breathing was stopped at this point, as the intensity of the pleasure made her momentarily lose consciousness.
Konkona felt her head fall onto her soaking hairy mound and her body go weak when she did, and removed herself from her pussy. She instructed the young man to hold still for a minute to allow her to recover. She came around in a few seconds, but was still far from coherent.
The young Tamil waiter slowly pumped the last of his semen into her, and eased himself out, again, leaving a temporarily gaping hole. He stumbled backwards onto a waiting chair, and watched as Konkona gently rolled Gargi over onto the bed, still murmuring with eyes shut.
“Go wash up and get dressed, please. There’s an envelope on the dresser with your name on it,” Konkona said matter-of-factly. As he got up, took his fees and slowly exited the room she added, “That was world class fuck, young man, with a cock for the ages. We may be seeing you again. By the way, a great news for you, you’ve passed successfully and become a member of “Banglar Mahiosi Nayika”. He smiled, nodded, and left with the envelope.
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