Chapter 7: Sisterly love
The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the scent of their sex heavy in the air. Isha lay on the couch, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. Vishal stood over her, his cock glistening with their combined juices, a look of concern etched on his face.
"Fuck, Isha," he said, his voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Isha looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and desire. "You didn't," she whispered. "It was...intense. But I wanted it, Vishal.
I wanted every fucking inch of you in my ass." Vishal's eyes darkened at her words, and he reached down, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against her asshole again. "You sure about that, baby? You want me to fuck your tight little asshole with my big cock?"
Isha nodded eagerly, her body still humming with desire. "Yes, Vishal. I want it. I want you to fuck my asshole with your big cock."
Vishal growled, his grip on his cock tightening as he positioned himself at her entrance. "You're going to take it all, baby.
Every fucking inch," Vishal growled, pushing forward slowly but steadily. Isha gasped, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as she felt herself stretching to accommodate his thick cock. The pressure was intense, bordering on pain, but the pleasure that came with it was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
"Fuck, Vishal," she moaned, her body tensing as he pushed deeper. It's so fucking tight."
Vishal chuckled darkly, his grip on her hips tightening.
"You're taking it like a champ, baby," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "But you're not done yet. I want to feel you come all over my cock while I fuck your tight little ass."
Isha moaned in response, her body trembling with anticipation. Make me come on your cock."
Vishal obliged, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with increased force. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans and grunts.
Isha's body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as Vishal pounded into her ass. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the way he stretched her open, filling her completely.
"Fuck, Vishal," she moaned, her voice hoarse with pleasure and pain. "You're so deep inside me. I can feel every inch of your cock."
Vishal growled in response, his grip on her hips tightening as he continued to fuck her ass with abandon. "You like that, baby? You like feeling my big cock stretch your tight little ass?"
"Yes," Isha panted, her body arching as she met his thrusts. "God, yes.
Fuck my ass harder, Vishal.
Vishal's eyes flashed with lust at Isha's words. He grabbed her hips roughly, pulling her back onto his cock with each forceful thrust. You like it when I fuck your ass hard?" Vishal growled.
"Fuck, yes," Isha panted, her body trembling with pleasure. I love your big cock in my ass."
Vishal's cock throbbed at her words, and he reached around to rub her clit with his fingers.
"You want me to make you come while I fuck your ass, baby?"
"Fuck, yes," Isha moaned, her body arching as she chased the pleasure building inside her. "Make me come all over your cock."
Vishal's fingers moved faster, rubbing her clit in tight circles as he continued to pound into her ass.
Isha could feel the pressure building inside her, the pleasure coiling tight in her core. "Fuck, Vishal," she panted. "I'm gonna come.
Fuck, I'm gonna come all over your cock," Isha panted, her body tensing as the pleasure became too much to bear.
Vishal's fingers moved faster, his cock slamming into her ass with increased force. Come all over my big cock," he growled.
Isha's body convulsed as the orgasm hit her, her pussy clenching and releasing as waves of pleasure washed over her.
It was at that moment they heard the door opening. The sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor echoed through the apartment. They all froze, their bodies still locked in a tangle of limbs and sweat.
"Vishal?" a soft voice called out. "Are you home?"
It was Jasmine, Vishal's cousin. She had just walked in, her eyes wide with surprise as she took in the scene before her.
"Jasmine," Vishal groaned, his voice thick with lust and embarrassment. "What are you doing here?"
Jasmine's eyes darted between Vishal, Isha, and Swati, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered.
"I didn't mean to interrupt." Her eyes flicked back to Isha, then to Swati, then back to Vishal. "I can come back later."
Vishal, still buried deep inside Isha's ass, let out a low chuckle. "No, Jasmine, you're here now. Might as well join the party."
Isha and Vishal exchanged a look, then both turned to Jasmine. Isha, still panting from her recent orgasm, gave Jasmine a wicked grin. "Yeah, why don't you join us, Jazz?"
Jasmine's eyes widened in surprise, she was not sure. Had always treated Vishal like her brother. .
." she stammered, her eyes darting between the three of them. "I-I don't know if I can do that."
Vishal, still buried deep inside Isha's ass, reached out a hand to Jasmine. "Come here, cousin," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let me show you what you've been missing."
Jasmine hesitated for a moment before taking Vishal's hand and letting him pull her closer. She stood there, awkwardly, her eyes flicking between the three of them.
Isha, still panting from her recent orgasm, reached out and grabbed Jasmine's hand, pulling her closer.
"Don't be shy, Jazz," she said, her voice thick with lust. "We're all friends here. We can have some fun together."
Jasmine's eyes widened as she looked at Isha's hand on hers, then back up at Isha's face. She could see the desire in Isha's eyes, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She had never been with a woman before, but the thought of it was exciting.
Vishal, still buried deep inside Isha's ass, reached out and grabbed Jasmine's other hand. "Don't worry, cousin," he said, his voice low and soothing.
"We'll take it slow. Isha will help you."
Isha nodded, her eyes locked onto Jasmine's. "Yeah, Jazz. We'll make this good for you. You'll see."
Jasmine took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating off Isha and Vishal, their desire palpable. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help but be drawn in.
Vishal guided Jasmine's hand to Isha's breast, encouraging her to touch it. Jasmine hesitated for a moment before cupping the soft flesh in her hand, feeling the hard nipple press against her palm.
Isha moaned softly, arching into Jasmine's touch.
"That's it, Jazz," she encouraged, guiding Jasmine's hand to her other breast. "Feel how hard my nipples are for you."
Jasmine's breath hitched as she cupped Isha's other breast, her fingers brushing against the stiff peak. She could feel the heat radiating from Isha's body, the softness of her skin under her fingertips.
Vishal watched them, his cock still buried deep inside Isha's ass, throbbing with every touch and moan. He reached out and grabbed Jasmine's chin, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
He leaned down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. Jasmine's eyes fluttered closed as she melted into his touch, her body responding to his every caress.
Vishal's hands moved to her breasts, cupping them firmly as he continued to kiss her. He broke away from her lips and trailed kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Jasmine moaned softly, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure.
Isha watched them, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt her own desire building once again. but first she had to undress Jasmine without getting that cock out of her ass. She started by unbuttoning Jasmine's blouse, revealing a lacy black bra that cupped Jasmine's small breasts perfectly. Isha's fingers traced the edge of the bra, feeling the softness of Jasmine's skin through the lace.
"Fuck, you're so sexy," Isha murmured, her voice thick with desire. She hooked her fingers into the straps of Jasmine's bra and pulled it down, freeing Jasmine's breasts. They were small and pert, with dark nipples that hardened under Isha's gaze.
Jasmine's breath hitched as Isha's fingers brushed against her nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
She looked up at Isha, her eyes wide with surprise and desire. "You're so fucking beautiful," Isha murmured, her voice thick with lust as she leaned in to capture Jasmine's lips in a fierce kiss.
Jasmine moaned softly into Isha's mouth, her body pressing against Isha's as she gave herself over to the pleasure. Isha's hands roamed over Jasmine's body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently before moving down to her waist and hips.
She could feel the heat radiating off Jasmine's skin, the softness of her curves under her fingertips. Isha's breath hitched as she felt Jasmine's body tremble under her touch.
"Fuck, you're so sexy," Isha murmured, her voice thick with desire as she broke away from Jasmine's lips and trailed kisses down her neck. She could feel Jasmine's heart racing under her touch, her breath coming in short gasps.
Jasmine's hands moved to Isha's breasts, cupping them through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her thumbs brushed against Isha's nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Isha moaned softly, arching into Jasmine's touch as she continued to kiss her way down Jasmine's neck. She saw Jasmine's panty drenched and clinging to her pussy.
She could see the outline of her pussy lips through the thin fabric. Isha couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight. She wanted to taste Jasmine, to feel her pussy on her tongue.
"Fuck, Jazz," Isha groaned, her voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking wet. I can see your pussy through your panties."
Jasmine blushed at Isha's words, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she spread her legs wider, giving Isha a better view of her soaked panties.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Vishal growled, his cock throbbing inside Isha's ass.
"I want to see you eat her pussy, Isha. Make her come all over your face."
Isha's eyes flashed with desire at Vishal's words. She looked up at Jasmine, who was watching them with wide, eager eyes. "You want that, Jazz? You want me to eat your pussy until you come all over my face?"
Jasmine nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered. "Please, Isha. I want to feel your mouth on me."
Isha grinned wickedly and turned her attention back to Jasmine's pussy.
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Jasmine's soaked panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing Jasmine's glistening pussy lips. Jasmine's breath hitched as Isha's eyes locked onto her most intimate part.
"Fuck, Jazz," Isha murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Your pussy is so fucking wet. I can see your clit peeking out, all hard and ready for me."
Jasmine's cheeks flushed a deep red as Isha's fingers brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Oh god," she moaned, her hips bucking slightly as Isha's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"That feels so good."
Isha smiled wickedly and leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick Jasmine's clit. Jasmine gasped, her hands gripping the couch cushions as she felt the first taste of Isha's tongue on her sensitive flesh. Isha licked and sucked at Jasmine's clit, her fingers spreading Jasmine's pussy lips wide to give her better access.
"Fuck, Isha," Jasmine panted, her body writhing as Isha continued to devour her pussy. "You're so good at this."
Isha looked up at Jasmine, her eyes filled with lust as she continued to lick and suck at Jasmine's clit. Vishal's cock slips out and he moves at side for a better view. "Fuck, that's so hot," he growls, watching Isha's face buried between Jasmine's legs. "Eat that pussy, Isha.
Isha moans in response, her tongue diving deep into Jasmine's pussy, fucking her with long, slow strokes. Jasmine's hips buck against Isha's face, her breath coming in short gasps as she chases the pleasure building inside her.
"Fuck, Isha," she pants, her fingers tangling in Isha's hair. "That feels so fucking good. I'm gonna come."
Isha looks up at Jasmine, her eyes filled with lust.
"You taste so fucking good, Jazz," she growls, her voice thick with desire. She dives back in, her tongue fucking Jasmine's pussy with increased fervor. Jasmine's moans fill the room, her body writhing as she chases the pleasure building inside her.
Vishal watches them, his cock throbbing as he strokes it slowly. "Fuck, that's so hot," he groans. "Make her come all over your face, Isha."
Isha moans in response, her fingers spreading Jasmine's pussy lips wide as she attacks her clit with renewed vigor. She can feel Jasmine's body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Oh god, Isha," she pants, her hips bucking against Isha's face. I'm gonna come all over your face."
Isha moans in response, her fingers digging into Jasmine's hips as she holds her in place. She can feel Jasmine's pussy clenching around her tongue, can feel the heat and wetness of her release as it coats her face.
"Fuck, Jazz," she groans, her voice muffled by Jasmine's pussy. "You taste so fucking good. I love eating your pussy."
Jasmine's body convulses as she comes, her pussy clenching and releasing around Isha's tongue.
Isha moans against her, her fingers digging into Jasmine's hips as she holds her in place, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from her.
Vishal watches them, his cock throbbing in his hand as he strokes it slowly, his eyes locked onto the sight of Isha's face buried between Jasmine's legs. He can see the wetness of Jasmine's release coating Isha's face, and it sends a jolt of desire through him.
"Fuck, that was hot," he groans, his voice thick with lust. "Now it's my turn."
Isha looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire as she wipes Jasmine's juices from her face with the back of her hand.
"Fuck, Vishal," she growls. "I want Jasmine to taste cock inside me. It will be new for her."
Jasmine was extremely shy and hid her face with her hands.
She was a virgin and had never seen a cock before. She was curious but also scared. Isha could see the fear in her eyes and she wanted to make it easier for her.
"Don't worry, Jazz," Isha said softly, taking Jasmine's hands away from her face. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
Jasmine nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Vishal moved closer to Jasmine, his cock still hard and ready. He reached out and gently cupped Jasmine's chin, tilting her head up so she could look at him.
"Hey, it's okay," he said softly, his voice gentle and reassuring. "We're not going to do anything you don't want to do. Okay?"
Jasmine nodded, her eyes locked onto Vishal's. She could see the sincerity in his gaze, and it helped to calm her nerves.
Vishal turned to Isha, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You want to help me with something, baby?" "Fuck yes," she growled, her voice thick with lust.
"I want to watch you fuck Jasmine's face, Vishal. I want to see her take your big cock in her mouth for the first time."
Vishal's eyes flashed with desire at Isha's words. He turned back to Jasmine, his hand still cupping her chin. "You hear that, cousin? Isha wants to watch me fuck your face with my big cock."
Jasmine's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Y-yes," she whispered. "I want to try."
Vishal's grin widened, and he released Jasmine's chin, grabbing his cock instead. He stroked it slowly, his eyes locked onto Jasmine's face.
"You ready for this, cousin?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Jasmine nodded, her eyes flicking between Vishal's cock and his face. She could see the thick veins running along the length of his shaft, could see the way his cockhead glistened with pre-cum. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
"Fuck, Vishal," Isha groaned, her voice thick with lust as she watched them. "Her mouth looks so fucking hot around your cock. I want to see it."
Vishal chuckled darkly, his grip on his cock tightening. "You will, baby.
You will take every fucking inch of my cock," Vishal growled, his voice thick with lust as he guided his cock towards Jasmine's mouth. He could see the fear in her eyes, but also the curiosity and desire. He wanted to make this easy for her.
Jasmine's breath hitched as Vishal's cockhead pressed against her lips. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the hardness of his shaft as it brushed against her mouth. She tentatively opened her lips, allowing the tip of his cock to slip inside.
"Fuck, that's it, Jazz," Vishal groaned, his hips moving forward slightly as he pushed more of his cock into her mouth.
"You're taking it like a champ."
Jasmine's eyes watered as she felt the thick shaft of Vishal's cock filling her mouth, stretching her lips wide. She could taste the salty sweetness of his pre-cum, could feel the heat of his skin against her tongue.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Isha moaned, her voice thick with lust as she watched Jasmine take Vishal's cock in her mouth. "Look at her, Vishal. She's taking it like a fucking pro."
Vishal chuckled darkly, his grip on his cock tightening as he continued to push it deeper into Jasmine's mouth.
"You're doing so good, cousin," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "But I want to see how much of my cock you can take."
Jasmine's eyes widened as she felt Vishal's cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. She pulled back, her eyes watering as she gasped for air.
"Fuck, Vishal," she panted, her voice hoarse. "You're so big."
Vishal grinned wickedly, his cock throbbing in his hand. "You can take it, Jazz. I know you can."
Isha knew Vishal was close to cumming after all of her ass fuck. She wanted to give Jasmine all the time for her first fuck. She wanted to make sure she was ready and comfortable. But Vishal was too eager and too turned on. He was too close to the edge after all the ass fucking he had done.
"Fuck, Vishal," Isha moaned, her voice thick with lust as she watched Vishal's cock disappear into Jasmine's mouth. "You're so fucking deep inside her. She's taking it like a fucking champ."
Vishal groaned in response, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts as he fucked Jasmine's mouth. "Fuck, Isha," he growled. "She feels so fucking good."
Isha cupped Vishal's balls in her hand. "Fuck, Vishal," she moaned. "I want to feel you come in her mouth. I want to see her swallow every drop of your cum." He could feel the pressure building in his balls, could feel the heat of his release as it threatened to spill over.
"Fuck, Isha," he groaned, his hips moving faster as he fucked Jasmine's mouth. "I'm gonna come, baby. I'm gonna come in her mouth."
Jasmine's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked up at Vishal, her eyes filled with desire and curiosity.
Isha could feel vishals balls. she squeezed them gently, feeling them tighten in her hand. "Fuck, Vishal," she moaned. "You're so close. Come in her mouth, baby. Let me see her swallow your cum."
Vishal groaned, his hips moving faster as he fucked Jasmine's mouth. "Fuck, Isha," he panted. "I'm gonna come so fucking hard."
Jasmine's eyes watered as Vishal's cock hit the back of her throat again and again. She could feel the heat of his skin, the thickness of his shaft as it stretched her lips wide.
She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum as it coated her tongue, could feel the way his cockhead swelled in her mouth as he got closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Vishal," she panted, her voice muffled by his cock. "You're so big. I can feel you hitting the back of my throat."
Vishal groaned in response, his hips moving faster as he fucked her mouth with increased fervor. "Fuck, Jazz," he growled. "You're taking it like a fucking champ. I'm gonna come so fucking hard."
Jasmine's eyes watered as she felt Vishal's cock hit the back of her throat again and again.
She could feel the heat of his skin, the thickness of his shaft as it stretched her lips wide. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum as it coated her tongue, could feel the way his cockhead swelled in her mouth as he got closer to the edge.
Vishal's breath hitched, his hips moving faster as he fucked her mouth with increased fervor.
"Fuck, Jazz," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Jasmine's eyes watered as she felt Vishal's cock hit the back of her throat again and again. She tried to relax her throat, to take him deeper, and was rewarded with a low groan from Vishal.
"Fuck, that's it, Jazz," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all.
Swallow every fucking drop," Vishal grunted, his hips moving like a piston as he fucked Jasmine's mouth with reckless abandon. His grip on her head tightened, holding her in place as he pounded into her throat.
Jasmine's eyes watered, her nose running as she struggled to breathe around his thick cock. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and choke. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat and took him deeper, feeling the veins of his shaft rubbing against her tonsils.
meanwhile isha continued to stroke vishal's balls gently, feeling them tighten in her hand.
Vishal's breath hitched, his hips moving faster as he fucked Jasmine's mouth with reckless abandon.
Jasmine's eyes watered as she felt Vishal's cock throb in her mouth, his release finally spilling over. She could taste the salty, slightly bitter taste of his cum as it filled her mouth, coating her tongue and the back of her throat.
next her pussy. "You took my cock like a fucking champ. Now it's time for me to return the favor." "I want to feel you inside me."
Vishal grinned wickedly, his eyes locked onto Jasmine's. "Good girl," he praised, his voice low and husky. He turned to Isha, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"You want to watch me fuck my cousin's tight little pussy, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.
Isha nodded eagerly, her eyes locked onto Vishal's. "Fuck yes," she growled. "I want to see you stretch her out with your big cock."
Vishal chuckled darkly, his eyes flicking between Isha and Jasmine. "You ready for this, Jazz?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm.
Jasmine nodded, her cheeks flushed with desire and a hint of nervousness. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
But Isha had different plans. We need to make it different. Vishal needs to be at your mercy Jazz, not the other way round. Suddenly Isha had Vishal tightly bound in a rope.
He was lying on his back on the couch, his wrists and ankles secured to the couch legs with thick ropes. His cock was hard and straining against the ropes, a glistening drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Jasmine was on her knees beside him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement as she watched Isha work. Isha looked up at Jasmine, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Now it's time for you to take control, Jazz," Isha said, her voice low and husky.
"You're going to ride Vishal's cock until he can't take it anymore." She looked down at Vishal, who was watching her with a mix of lust and anticipation.
"Fuck, Jazz," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock."
Jasmine's cheeks flushed a deep red as she straddled Vishal's chest, her knees on either side of his head.
She could feel the heat of his skin against her inner thighs, could see the way his cock strained against the ropes binding his wrists.
"Fuck, Jazz," Vishal groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking sexy. I can't wait to feel your pussy on my face."
Jasmine's breath hitched as she leaned forward, her hands on Vishal's chest for support. She could feel his heart racing under her touch, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.
She looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and nervousness. "I've never done this before," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Never been on top, never had a cock in my mouth, let alone my pussy."
Vishal's eyes flashed with desire at Jasmine's words. "You're a virgin? That's so fucking hot."
Isha watched them, her eyes filled with lust as she took in the sight of Jasmine straddling Vishal's chest. She could see the way Jasmine's pussy lips were swollen and slick with desire, could see the way her nipples were hard and begging to be touched.
"Don't worry, Jazz," Isha said, her voice low and reassuring. "You're in control here.
You set the pace, and you decide when you're ready to take him inside you."
Jasmine nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked down at Vishal's bound form. She could see the way his cock strained against the ropes, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. "I can't wait to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. You're so fucking sexy."
Jasmine blushed at his words, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she reached down and grabbed Vishal's cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft.
She could feel the heat of his skin, the way his cock throbbed in her hand as she stroked it slowly.
"Fuck, Jazz," Vishal groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she touched him. "That feels so fucking good."
Isha watched them, her eyes filled with lust as she took in the sight of Jasmine's small hand wrapped around Vishal's thick cock. She could see the way Jasmine's fingers barely met around his shaft, could see the way his cockhead glistened with pre-cum.
"Fuck, Jazz," Isha moaned, her voice thick with desire. "You're touching his cock like a fucking pro.
Now it's time to put that pussy to good use," Isha said, her voice low and husky as she watched Jasmine stroke Vishal's cock.
Jasmine looked up at Isha, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and nervousness. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Isha grinned wickedly, her eyes locked onto Jasmine's. "I mean, it's time for you to get rid of your virginity."
Isha's voice was low and husky, her eyes locked onto Jasmine's. "You're going to slide that tight little pussy down onto Vishal's cock and ride him until you come all over his dick."
Jasmine's breath hitched at Isha's words, her cheeks flushing a deep red. His cock throbbed in her hand, a glistening drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Jasmine looked down at it, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what she was about to do. She was going to lose her virginity, and she was going to do it while Vishal was bound and at her mercy.
"Fuck, Jazz," Vishal groaned, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're killing me here. I need to feel your pussy."
Jasmine took a deep breath, her fingers still wrapped around Vishal's cock. She could feel the heat of his skin, the way his cock pulsed in her hand as she held it steady. She looked down at his bound wrists and ankles, at the way the ropes bit into his skin.
She could see the strain in his face, the way his muscles tensed as he fought against the ropes. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had the power to make him feel this way. She looked up at Isha, who was watching them with a wicked grin on her face.
"Go ahead, Jazz," Isha said, her voice low and husky. "Take control."
Jasmine nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she positioned herself over Vishal's chest.
She could feel the heat of his skin against her pussy, could see the way his cock strained against the ropes binding his wrists. I can't wait to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock." Instead, she reached down and guided the head of Vishal's cock to her entrance, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the thick tip press against her virgin pussy.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she slowly lowered herself onto him.
"Fuck, Jazz," Vishal groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to push himself deeper into her. "You're so tight. So fucking tight."
Jasmine gasped as she felt the burn of her virginity being torn apart by Vishal's thick cock. She could feel every inch of him as he filled her, stretching her pussy to its limits.
"Oh god," she panted, her eyes watering as she tried to adjust to the feeling of being filled so completely. Isha came forward to help her. She gently stroked Jasmine's back as she lowered herself onto Vishal's cock. "That's it, Jazz," Isha whispered, her voice soothing. "Take your time. You're doing great."
Jasmine's breath hitched as she felt the last inch of Vishal's cock slide into her pussy. She could feel every ridge and vein of his shaft stretching her tight walls, filling her completely. She took a moment to adjust to the sensation before she began to move. "You feel so fucking good. So tight and wet."
Jasmine blushed at his words, but she didn't stop moving.
She began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly at first, then gaining speed as she found her rhythm. She could feel Vishal's cock sliding in and out of her pussy, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her body. "You're riding my cock like a fucking pro.
Isha watched them, her eyes filled with lust as she took in the sight of Jasmine's small body bouncing on Vishal's thick cock. She could see the way his shaft glistened with Jasmine's juices, could hear the wet sound of their bodies slapping together.
It was a heady sight, watching her ex-lover's cock disappear into her cousin's tight little pussy.
Jasmine's breath came in short gasps as she rode Vishal's cock, her small breasts bouncing with each movement. Isha could see the way her nipples were hard and begging to be touched, could see the way her face was flushed with desire and exertion.
"Fuck, Jazz," Vishal growled, his hips bucking up to meet hers. "You're so fucking tight. So fucking wet."
Jasmine moaned in response, her eyes locked onto Vishal's as she continued to ride his cock.
"You like that, don't you?" she panted, her voice thick with desire. "You like feeling my tight little pussy stretched around your big cock."
Vishal groaned in response, his hips bucking up to meet hers. "Fuck yes," he growled. "It feels so fucking good. You're so fucking tight."
Isha watched them, her eyes filled with lust as she took in the sight of Jasmine's pussy lips stretched around Vishal's thick shaft. She could see the way his cockhead disappeared inside her with each thrust, could see the way Jasmine's juices coated his skin.