Chapter 29: Sis revenge
The scent of their sweat and sex was a thick perfume in the air, and Swati, her eyes glazed with triumph, pushed my head down. “You want to worship us, don’t you?” she breathed, her voice husky. “Show us how much you love your Jiju and Bhabi.” My heart hammered against my ribs as I lowered my mouth to the damp, musky heat between her spread thighs, my tongue tracing the tight furl of her ass as Vishal drove into her from behind. Her sharp gasp was a reward, and I moved to him, tasting the salt and essence of them both, my own humiliation a dark, thrilling current. “Fuck, Nupur,” Vishal grunted, his hips stuttering as my tongue worked him. Swati’s fingers twisted in my hair, guiding me back to her, a relentless pendulum of service. “You’re our good little slut, aren’t you?” she moaned, her body clenching around Vishal’s cock. I was lost in the rhythm, the primal sounds, the feeling of their pleasure building because of my mouth. I came with a broken cry, my own orgasm shocking me with its violence, my body convulsing against the floor as they used me. Their movements became frantic, animalistic, a final, desperate climb. With a guttural roar, Vishal pulled out, his cock pulsing in my hand as I stroked him, aiming his release onto Swati’s waiting tongue. She caught it, her eyes locked on mine, and then she pulled me into a deep, violating kiss, the taste of him flooding my mouth. Vishal’s hands found my breasts, squeezing hard as Swati fed me his cum, a complete and utter surrender.