Tolly Queen 4

Within minutes, he slid up over her on the bed and positioned his raging hard-on at the opening of her cunt, rubbing her clitoris with the bulb. She moaned, tossed her head to the side and back with closed eyes. He then pulled her legs back by putting her arms inside her knees and holding herself open….. waiting to be impaled.

“You want it, don’t you?” Nispal asked as he rubbed the tip of his member on her gaping hole. She was so wet….. could feel her juices running down her inner thighs…. making her slippery all the way….. to her small dark anus.

“Yes,” Koel moaned breathlessly as she tossed her head again side to side and humped up a little trying to invaginate herself. “Put it in…… deeper”

“Not yet,” her husband taunted.

He wanted her to ache for it as he had a wicked idea. She turned her head sharply again and exhaled hard……. bucking her hips up a little as if to protest. He pulled back as she thrashed a little in frustration. He rubbed the entire underside of his mighty Punjabi shaft from tip to base…. up along her spread-open labia and along her clitoris.

“Oh, God!” The hot Tolly Queen Koel Mallick hissed in growing lust.

It was involuntary. She wanted it in…. she was aching for it…. more than her husband had ever seen her. And he too was ready for it.

However he also knew that his wife was hot not for him but for the Bangladeshi producer. And he liked her horny state as much as because he was about to slide inside her. And that made him both a little jealous and horribly aroused.

It was a delicious and confusing mixture of emotions to Nispal. And it made him even more excited as he was now sure that his wife was thinking of having her labia parted and her womb filled by Kader’s cock instead of him.

“You want it in you?” Nispal asked again.

“Yes. Put it in me,” Koel answered, a little more insistently.

Her husband poised the tip of his cock right at her opening, which was gaping open. It was shimmering with her wetness, and she made a little moan and lifted her hips almost imperceptibly to take the stroke. But again he changed the angle so that instead of plunging it into her cunt he slid it up along her silky parted pussy-lips.

The bloated cockhead massaged over her pink button, which was engorged and protruding enough for the touch. She groaned, half in desire, half in frustration, and made a little involuntary shudder. She was ready.

“I’ll put it in if you’ll tell me one thing. But you have to be completely honest. OK?” Her husband asked.

“OK! What’s the question?” Her question had been a bark as she was writhing under him now…. over the edge… not just wanting it….. but craving it from deep inside her aching pussy from the seat of her sex.

She needed to be fucked, and she was far way to bear her impatience. She was too desperate for the relief that could come only from having a solid hard cock that drove into her steaming wet cavity.

“You have to answer without thinking about it, instantly,” her husband ordered. “If you hesitate for even a second to think about it we’re done for the night and you don’t get to cum.”