Dawood had ever had fuck with. Big boobs and small pussy were the perfect combination.
The ghazal was moving on Dawood’s cock for fifteen minutes. The ghazal was tired and he was about to cum again. Ghazal was facing the third cum. As soon as the ejaculation came, the ghazal fell on Dawood.
ghazal۔ “David, just do it. I’m not doing anymore.”
Dawood got up and took Ghazal in his lap and sat down. Ghazal’s breasts were attached to his chest. Both legs were straight at the opposite summit. Holding the waist of the ghazal, he began to lower the ghazal above and below his cock.
David “Ghazala baji you are a wonderful thing. You are more delicious than I thought.”
Dawood had fuck with ghazal for some time. But there was no rhythm and speed in this style. Dawood grabbed Ghazal by the hips and stood on the floor. But he did not let his cock come out of Ghazal’s pussy. Now Dawood was standing up and picking up the ghazal. Ghazal was having sex with Dawood like a helpless doll. Ghazal was just sobbing and moaning loudly. The door to the room was open. Ghazal was afraid that Wasim would wake up when he heard her moans and sobs.
ghazal۔ “David, stop now. Wasim will be awake. Now leave me.”
David “Ghazal baji don’t worry. Wasim bhai will not know anything. He has drunk so much that he will not regain consciousness till morning.”
After saying this, Dawood started sucking the milk of Ghazal’s breasts again.
ghazal۔ “Dawood, do you like my boobs?”
Dawood “I’ve never seen such big and beautiful boobs in my life. You’re so beautiful that I fell in love with you. Do you love me too?”
Ghazal did not respond to Dawood’s words and turned his face away. Dawood understood that Ghazal does not love him but hates him.
Dawood. “Ghazal baji, you should hate me as much as you can, but I love you.”
Saying this, Dawood accelerated the pace of cock movement in Ghazal’s pussy. The ghazal began to bounce with the rhythm of intercourse. Ghazal started moaning and screaming again.
There was a bench in front of the dressing table in the room. Dawood laid the ghazal on the bench. Dawood lifted Ghazal’s both legs and climbed up. Dawood had decided that he would give ghazal so much fuck that ghazal that hatred would turn into love.
Dawood “Get ready, Ghazala Baji”.
ghazal۔ “For what”.
David “For the passionate journey of intercourse.”
Dawood started pounding Ghazal’s pussy very hard with his cock. It was unbearable for the ghazal. She could not have imagined that anyone would have fuck her like that. Ghazal was accustomed to the gentle love of Wasim’s small dick. Ghazal started moaning and sobbing loudly. The sound of ghazal screams was going out of the house into the neighborhood. Ah ah ah oye oy. One could understand by the sounds of “ah ah ah oy oy” that a porn video was playing.
Dawood’s cock was moving so fast in ghazal’s pussy that it looked like an engine pistol was running. Ghazal’s pussy once again released a lot of cum. From which the sound of “Porch Porch” started coming from the Ghazal’s pussy. Dawood’s stomach and thighs were hitting Ghazal’s soft and milky thighs loudly. Which was making a sound like “thap thap thap”. The room resounded with ghazal sighs as well as the sounds of “thap thap thap porch porch.
ghazal۔ “Please David, fuck me slowly. I’m going to die.”
David “Ghazal baji, your vagina is just mine. I will keep it as my own.”
ghazal. “Ah ah ah. oh my mother. I’m dying.”
Dawood. “Ghazal baji. Today I will have fuck your pussy and make it the size of my cock. Then you will have fuck only with me. Your pussy will not be of any use to Wasim Bhai.”
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