Bad luck to Munmun….. instead of the strange cocks ( at present either Sanjit’s or Prankrisno’s ) she was dreaming, she had her husband’s fingers. However her body responded to his caresses….. but she wanted more…… as she reached for his cock.
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By the time Parveen Sultana arrived at the famous Sens’ house “Shanti-Neer”, it was almost dark. The day’s light was already gone…. probably two hrs ago. She was sweating all over due to her one hour long bus journey, but she was highly excited….. thinking about the prospect of become a maid of a famous actress.
She was a slender girl with short curly hair and dark, flashing eyes along with a wide, sensual mouth. Her tits were not big enough, but they were firm and perky… that’s why she didn’t like to wear a bra.
Naturally it manifested in the way that her big, stiff nipples pushed out in twin peaks against her T-shirt or Frock whichever she wore. Her waist was narrow and her ass was round.
She liked the way her ass looked and swayed…. she used it cleverly to create good effect upon the males when she walked. She was a little bit sexually experienced…. due to her nerdy boyfriend who always tried to push his hand in her panties.
She’d just turned **yrs and now her widow mother Fatema Bibi had given her permission to work in a famous actress’s house. Doing so she could too make some money…… thereby help her needy family to some extent. Actually Aparna’s husband Sanjay had arranged that where Parveen’s mother had been working as a maid for a long time.
She’d arrived at the Sen house promptly…. through a bus ride but couldn’t identify the house at first. Her nipples had gotten chafed from all the tit-pressure as she’d to complete the ten km crowded bus journey. But she was glad that she’d chosen to go braless under her white cotton T-shirt.
A tight bra would have smothered her tits in this heat, making her that much more miserable. She was with a pair of cheap shoe….. dressed in a loose fitting T-shirt and a pair of navy blue skirts. Anyone could guess her a mere schoolgirl of Class-IX.
“Ouch!” She winced as she plucked a sand burr which pinched her outstretched sole.
Chameleons scattered in front of her as she prowled around the side of the house, searching for the main entrance…. through the lighting compound. Here houses and yards were systematically planned and designed beautifully too. Most of them were buried under various types of flower-leaves and other tropical vegetation.
“Harder! Oh God, harder!”
Suddenly a hysterical voice of a woman burst out at her from behind a huge curtain of leaves.
“Split me in half, Ohhhhhh….. so nice! Come on, move faster!”
It was the woman’s voice in her ecstacy as she moaned hysterically…. despite it’s aggressiveness. As the woman cried out in pleasure, a man grunted….. muttering in low guttural tones. Frantic breathing hung in the still, humid silence.
Parveen’s first impulse was to run. She stood there still….. turning in ten directions at once….. not knowing which way to go. It seemed as if the moaning had closed in on her. Her heart pounded and she felt panic as the leaves blocked her path on all sides.
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