Chapter 9: Teacher bright
The apartment was bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, casting long, dancing shadows across the sleek, modern surfaces. The air was thick with the scent of expensive candles and the faint, lingering aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The loft was a sprawling expanse of open space, filled with sleek, minimalist furnishings that seemed to float in the air, their clean lines and sharp edges a stark contrast to the plush, velvet couch that sat in the center of the room.
Vishal and Swati lay entwined on the couch, their bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of their recent encounter.
As I pulled away, I could see Vishal's cock glistening with my saliva and his own pre-cum. It was rock hard and throbbing, ready for more action. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with lust and desire. "I want to taste you again," I said, my voice low and husky. "I want to feel your cock in my mouth again."
Vishal's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at me. "Fuck yeah, Isha" he growled. "Come here and suck my cock like a good little slut."
I felt a shiver run through me at his words, but I didn't hesitate.
I crawled towards him on my hands and knees, my tits swaying with each movement. I could feel his eyes on me, could see the way his cock twitched as I approached.
I reached him and without a word, I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my mouth. I looked up at him, our eyes locking as I slowly took him in, inch by inch.
"Fuck, Isha," he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as he held me in place. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."
But today I had different plans for Vishal & Swati. had to teach them the art of rimming. I had always been curious about it, but never had the chance to explore it with anyone. And now, with Vishal and Swati both eager to learn and please each other, I saw my chance.
"Alright, you two," I said, my voice firm with authority. "Tonight, we're going to explore something new. Something dirty and taboo."
Vishal's eyes widened with curiosity, while Swati bit her lip, her eyes filled with anticipation. "What do you have in mind, Isha?" Vishal asked, his voice low and husky.
I smirked at him, my eyes locked onto his. "I'm going to teach you both how to rim.
How to eat ass like a fucking pro," I said, my voice dripping with lust and anticipation.
Vishal's eyes widened in surprise, but I could see the excitement building in them. "Rim? You mean like... lick ass?" he asked, his voice hesitant.
I nodded, my eyes locked onto his. "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. And not just any ass, but Swati's tight little asshole."
Swati gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise. "Isha, I've never... I mean, I don't know if I can..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
"I've never even thought about... about someone doing that to me."
I smiled at her, my eyes softening. "Don't worry, baby," I said, my voice gentle. "We'll take it slow. We'll start with just a little lick, and if you don't like it, we'll stop. Okay?"
Swati nodded, her eyes filled with trust and desire. "Okay," she whispered.
Vishal looked at me, his eyes filled with curiosity and excitement. "So, what do I do?" he asked.
I grinned at him, my eyes gleaming with mischief. "First, you need to get her nice and warmed up," I said.
"Start with some foreplay, make her wet and ready for you."
Vishal nodded, his eyes locked onto Swati's. "What do you want me to do, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Swati bit her lip, her eyes filled with anticipation. "I... I don't know," she stammered. "Just... just do what feels good."
Vishal smiled at her, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. Swati moaned softly, her back arching as she pushed her chest into his hands.
Vishal's thumbs continued to tease her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and making her gasp with pleasure. He leaned down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking gently while his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud.
"Fuck, Vishal," Swati panted, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him to her breast. "That feels so good."
Vishal looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "You like having your tits sucked?"
Swati nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered.
"I love it when you suck my tits. It makes me so wet."
Vishal's hands moved lower, cupping her ass and pulling her closer to him. He kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a line down to her collarbone. Swati shivered, her body on fire with desire.
"Fuck, Vishal," she moaned, her hips grinding against his. "I need you inside me."
Vishal smiled, his fingers dipping between her legs to tease her clit. "Not yet, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "First, I want to taste you.
I want to know what you taste like when you're all worked up," I said, my voice low and sultry. I pushed Swati back onto the couch, her legs dangling over the edge. I knelt down between her thighs, my eyes locked onto her glistening pussy.
Swati bit her lip, her eyes wide with anticipation. I mean, no one has ever..." she stammered.
I cut her off with a wicked grin. "Don't worry, baby. I'll be gentle. Just relax and let me make you feel good."
I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick her slit from bottom to top.
Now the rimming. I looked at Swati, who was lying on her back, her legs spread wide open. Her pussy was glistening with Vishal's saliva and her own juices. I could see her asshole, pink and tight, winking at me. I felt a surge of lust, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.
"Alright, Vishal," I said, my voice firm with authority. "It's time for you to enter your cock in that sweet ass of hers."
My plans were simple. While Vishal would ass fuck Swati, I would give Vishal the rimming which will drive him crazy. He was my ex lover after all. I had to make it up to him. I had to show him that I was willing to do anything for him. I had to show him that I was still the same girl he fell in love with all those years ago.
Vishal looked at me, his eyes filled with lust and anticipation. "You sure about this, Isha?" "Yes, I'm sure," I said, my voice firm with determination. "I want to taste your ass, Vishal. I want to lick it and make you feel good."
Vishal groaned, his cock twitching at my words.
He positioned himself behind Swati, his hands gripping her hips as he guided his cock towards her tight asshole. "You ready for this, baby?" "Yes, Vishal. I'm ready," she whispered.
Vishal pushed the head of his cock against her tight hole, and Swati moaned, her body tensing as he slowly pushed inside her. "Fuck, Vishal," she panted. "You're so big."
Vishal's hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he slowly pushed deeper into her ass.
"Fuck, Swati," he groaned.
Swati moaned, her body squirming as she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her. "It feels so big, Vishal," she panted. "I can feel every inch of you."
I watched as Vishal's cock disappeared inch by inch into Swati's tight asshole. The sight of it made my pussy throb with desire. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to taste him.
I moved behind Vishal, my hands running up his thighs and over his ass. I could see his hole, puckered and tight, and I couldn't wait to bury my face in it.
I spread his cheeks apart, exposing him to me completely. Vishal's body tensed as he felt my breath on his asshole.
"Fuck, Isha," he groaned, his voice thick with anticipation. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to rim you, Vishal," I said, my voice low and sultry. "I'm going to lick your asshole until you come so hard you see stars."
Vishal moaned, his hips bucking slightly as he pushed his ass back towards me. "Fuck yeah, Isha," he panted. "Lick my ass. Make me feel good."
I leaned in, my tongue darting out to flick over his hole. At same time Vishal was fucking Swati's ass. I was licking Vishal's hole. I could hear the wet sounds of my tongue against his puckered hole. I could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing as I licked him. I could see his cock thrusting in and out of Swati's ass, her moans filling the room.
I could feel Vishal's body trembling as I licked him. His hands gripped Swati's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I could see the sweat glistening on his skin, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he fucked her.
I could feel Vishal's hole opening up, his muscles relaxing as I licked him. I put my hands to use too, fondling his balls. Lightly squeezing them and giving an occasional hard tug that made him gasp.
It was awesome. Vishal's cock was in Swati's ass. My fingers were on Vishal's balls. And my tongue was around his asshole. Vishal was growing crazy.
The sensation of my tongue on his asshole was driving him wild. He was fucking Swati's ass like a madman, his cock slamming into her tight hole with a force that made her moan and cry out in pleasure. His balls were rock hard in my hands, and I could feel them twitching with each thrust.
"Fuck, Isha," Vishal groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your tongue feels so fucking good on my asshole. I'm so close, baby. I'm gonna come so fucking hard."
I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his as I continued to lick his hole. Then I squeezed his balls real hard. "Here, this will stop you from coming for some time." I chuckled as he yelped. "Not yet, big boy. I want to enjoy this show a little longer." I looked back at Swati, her face flushed and eyes glazed over with pleasure. "You like having Vishal's big cock in your ass, don't you, baby?" I asked, my voice low and sultry. "Yes, Isha," she panted. "It feels so good. So fucking big and hard."
I smiled at her, my fingers still teasing Vishal's balls. "I want you to come for me, Swati," I said.
"I want to see you come while Vishal's cock is buried deep in your ass." "I want to come. I want to feel it."
I looked up at Vishal, my eyes locked onto his. "You want to make her come, don't you, Vishal?"
Vishal nodded, his eyes dark with desire. "Fuck yeah, Isha," he growled. "I want to feel her ass clench around my cock while she comes."
I smiled at him, my fingers still teasing his balls. "Good," I said. At that moment I gave a loud slap on Vishal's ass. "Come on Vishal, fuck her harder. Make her come. Make her scream your name."
Vishal groaned and started to fuck Swati harder. His cock was slamming into her ass with a force that made her cry out in pleasure. I could see her face contorted in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back as she felt the pleasure building inside her.
Vishal's thrusts became more urgent, his cock slamming into her ass with a force that made the couch creak. "Come for me, baby," he growled. I slapped Vishal's ass again. He in turn started pulling Swati's hair and slapped her hard. "You like that, don't you, you little slut? You like having your ass fucked hard?"
Swati could only moan in response, her body writhing with pleasure as Vishal's cock pounded into her. I could see her tits bouncing with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect.
I leaned in closer, my tongue flicking over Vishal's hole again. I could taste the salty tang of his sweat, the musky scent of his arousal filling my nostrils. I could feel his muscles clenching and relaxing with each thrust, his asshole opening up to me.
I pushed my tongue inside, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way as I explored his insides. I also bit him on his asscheek. Hard. Vishal yelped and thrust harder into Swati's ass. "Fuck, Isha!" "You're making me crazy!"
I grinned and did it again, my teeth sinking into his flesh. "That's the point, big boy," I said, my voice low and sultry. "I want you to lose control. I want you to fuck her so hard she can't walk straight."
Vishal groaned, his hips bucking as he slammed into Swati's ass. I could see his cock glistening with her juices, his balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust.
I could hear the wet, squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of her ass, the sound of our combined lust filling the room.
I could feel Vishal's body tensing, his muscles rigid as he fought to hold back his orgasm. I could see the veins in his neck bulging, his jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth.
"Fuck, Isha," he groaned, his voice ragged. "I can't hold back much longer. I'm gonna come, baby."
. That was the moment Swati came again hard. her second time. Her body convulsed, her ass clenching around Vishal's cock as she screamed his name. "Fuck, Vishal! I'm coming! I'm coming so fucking hard!"
Vishal groaned, his hips slamming into her as he felt her asshole pulse around his cock. "Fuck yeah, baby," he growled. "Come all over my cock. Milk my fucking dick with your tight little asshole."
I could see Swati's body trembling, her tits heaving as she gasped for breath. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed over as she rode out her orgasm. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
But I had another surprise for him. I inserted my finger in his ass while licking it. Vishal's body jerked, his cock twitching inside Swati's ass. he roared. "What the fuck are you doing?"
I looked up at him, my finger still buried in his ass. "I'm just getting started, big boy," I said, my voice low and sultry. "I want to make you feel things you've never felt before."
Vishal groaned, his hips bucking as he tried to fuck Swati's ass and ride my finger at the same time. "Fuck, that feels so good," he panted. "Your finger in my ass, your tongue licking me.
Fuck, Isha, you're driving me crazy," Vishal groaned, his body trembling with pleasure and exertion. His cock was still buried deep inside Swati's ass, her tight hole clenching around him as she rode out her orgasm.
I smiled up at him, my finger still buried in his ass, my tongue still licking his puckered hole. "I want you to come, Vishal," I said, my voice low and sultry. "I want to feel your hot cum filling my mouth while you fuck Swati's ass."
Vishal's eyes widened, his body tensing as he fought to hold back his orgasm. "Fuck, Isha, I can't...
I'm gonna come too hard," he panted, his voice ragged with lust.
I grinned up at him, my finger still buried deep in his ass, my tongue still licking his hole. "That's the point, big boy," I said, my voice dripping with desire. "I want you to come so fucking hard you see stars. I want to taste your cum, Vishal. I want to feel it filling my mouth while you fuck Swati's tight little asshole."
Vishal groaned, his hips bucking as he slammed into Swati one last time. "Fuck, Isha," he growled.
"Come on my tits." I encourage him. "Come on, Vishal. Give it to me. Fill my mouth with your hot cum. I want to taste you, baby. I want to feel your cock pulsing in my mouth as you come."
Vishal's eyes widened as he felt Swati's hand wrap around his cock, her fingers stroking him with a rhythm that matched the thrusts of his hips. He looked down at Isha, her face upturned, her eyes locked onto his, and he knew what she wanted. He reached down, his hands cupping her small breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Isha moaned, her back arching as she pushed her chest into his hands. Vishal squeezed her tits, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a rough, hungry kiss. Swati's hand continued to stroke him, her grip tightening as she felt him grow harder in her hand. Vishal's hips bucked, his cock throbbing as he felt the pleasure building inside him. "Fuck, Isha," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your tits feel so good in my hands.
Swati milks Vishal on Isha's face. "Come on, Vishal. I want to feel your hot cum on my face. Vishal's body tensed, his hips bucking as he felt Swati's hand stroking him, her fingers wrapping around his cock, her grip tightening as she felt him grow harder in her hand.
His breath hitched, his eyes locked onto Isha's as he felt the pleasure building inside him.
"Fuck, Isha," he groaned, his voice ragged with lust. I'm gonna come, baby. I'm gonna come all over your face."
Isha's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up at him. "Yes, Vishal," she panted. "Come on my face. I want to feel your hot cum on my skin.
I want to taste it, Vishal. I want to lick it off my face and swallow every last drop."
Vishal's eyes darkened with desire, his cock throbbing in Swati's hand. He could feel the pleasure building inside him, his body tensing as he fought to hold back his orgasm. "Fuck, Isha," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?"
Isha's eyes gleamed with excitement, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "I'm your dirty little slut. I want you to use me.
I want you to fuck my face while you come all over it. I want to feel your hot cum dripping down my chin, onto my tits, and onto my stomach. I want to lick it off my skin, to taste you, Vishal. I want to swallow every last drop of your cum."
Vishal's eyes darkened with lust, his cock throbbing in Swati's hand.
I tanted Swati too. "Don't you want your husband to come over my face? you slut?" I asked, my voice low and sultry, my eyes locked onto hers. "Do you want to see your husband come all over my face? Do you want to watch him fill my mouth with his hot cum while I suck his cock?"
Swati's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at me. "Yes, Isha," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to see that. I want to see you swallow his cum."
I smiled at her, my eyes gleaming with excitement. "Good girl," I said, my voice low and sultry.
"Now, let's make this happen. Vishal, baby, I want you to fuck my face while Swati strokes your cock. I want you to come all over my face, my tits, and my body. I want to be covered in your cum, baby. I want to be your fucking cum slut."
Vishal groaned, his eyes dark with desire. "You're gonna be my cum slut. You're gonna take every last drop of my cum like a good little whore."
I smiled up at him, my tongue darting out to lick my lips.
"Come on, Vishal," I said, my voice low and sultry. "Fuck my face while Swati strokes your cock. I want to feel your hot cum filling my mouth, dripping down my chin, and onto my tits." He grabbed a handful of my hair, tilting my head back as he positioned himself at my mouth. I could see his cock, thick and hard, glistening with Swati's saliva and his own pre-cum. I stuck out my tongue, licking the head of his cock, tasting the salty tang of his arousal.
Vishal groaned, his hips bucking as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I could feel his hands gripping my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided my head up and down his shaft. "Your mouth feels so good. Suck my cock like a good little slut."
I moaned around his cock, my eyes watering as I took him deeper into my throat. I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, the head of his cock pressing against my tonsils. I relaxed my throat, allowing him to slide deeper, my nose pressing against his stomach.
I could feel his balls slapping against my chin, the weight of them heavy in my hand. I started to bob my head, taking him in and out of my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft.
"Fuck, Isha," Vishal groaned, his hips thrusting forward, fucking my face. "Your mouth feels so fucking good. You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?"
I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan even louder. I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth, the veins pulsing beneath my tongue. I knew he was close.
"Swati, baby," Vishal panted, his eyes locked onto hers.
"I want you to watch me fuck Isha's face. I want you to see how much she loves my cock. I want you to see how she takes every inch of it like a good little slut."
Swati's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she watched Vishal's cock disappear into Isha's mouth. She could see the way Isha's eyes watered, the way her nose pressed against Vishal's stomach as she took him deeper into her throat. She could see the way Vishal's hands gripped Isha's hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided her head up and down his shaft.
The sight of it made her pussy throb with desire, her own juices coating her thighs as she watched her husband fuck another woman's face.
"Fuck, Swati," Vishal groaned, his eyes locked onto hers. "You like watching me fuck her face, don't you? You like seeing her take my cock like a good little slut?"
Swati could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched the scene unfold before her.
"Come here, baby," Vishal said, his voice low and husky.
I knew now was the time to teach Vishal & Swati about rimming. Now was the time to show Vishal the heavenly gates. I wanted him to fuck his wife in ass as I gave him rimming job. I wanted to see Swati's face as she felt Vishal's cock in her ass. I wanted to see her reaction when I would lick Vishal's asshole while he was fucking her. I wanted to make this a night to remember for all of us.
"Swati, come here," I said, my voice firm with authority. "It's time for you to get fucked in the ass by your husband while I rim him."
Swati looked at me, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. "I-I've never done that before," she stammered.
"But I want to try it with you, Vishal. I want to feel you inside me, in a way I've never felt before."
Vishal's eyes darkened with lust as he looked at his wife. "You want to feel my cock in your tight little asshole, don't you, baby?" "You want to feel me stretching you open, filling you up in a way that only my cock can."
Swati nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked at her husband. "Yes, Vishal," she whispered. "I want to feel you inside me.
I want to feel you stretching me open, filling me up in a way that only your cock can," Swati whispered, her voice barely audible. "You're gonna get it, baby," he growled. "You're gonna get my big, thick cock in your tight little asshole."
Swati's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at her husband. "I want it. I want you to fuck my ass."
Vishal smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and sultry.
"Now, get on your hands and knees, baby. I want to see that tight little ass of yours in the air."
Swati hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But the desire in Vishal's eyes was too much to resist. She slowly got onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her pussy exposed to the room.
Vishal's eyes darkened with lust as he looked at his wife's ass. He could see the tight little hole, puckered and inviting. He reached out, his hand cupping her ass cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of her flesh.
"Fuck, Swati," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
I stepped up to help Vishal and Swati. I knew it would be painful for Swati first time. So I stepped in to help Vishal and Swati. I started by licking Swati's asshole. I wanted to make sure she was ready for Vishal's cock. I started by licking her asshole, my tongue darting out to tease her tight little hole. I could feel her muscles tensing, her body tensing as she felt my tongue on her asshole. I could hear her gasping, her breath coming in short gasps as I licked her.
"Fuck, Isha," Vishal groaned, his eyes locked onto mine. "You're making her crazy.
She's so wet, I can see her juices dripping down her thighs," I said, my voice low and sultry. "She wants your cock in her ass, Vishal. She wants to feel you stretching her open, filling her up in a way she's never felt before."
Vishal groaned, his eyes locked onto his wife's ass. He could see the way her body trembled, the way her muscles tensed as I licked her asshole.
"Fuck, Swati," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking hot.
I can't wait to fuck your ass, baby," Vishal said, his voice ragged with lust. He positioned himself behind Swati, his hands gripping her hips as he lined up his cock with her tight little hole. Swati gasped, her body tensing as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her asshole.
"Relax, baby," I said, my voice soothing as I continued to lick her asshole. "Let Vishal in. You're gonna love it, I promise."
Swati took a deep breath, her body relaxing as she pushed back against Vishal's cock. The head of his cock slipped inside her, stretching her open.
I can't wait to bury my cock in your tight little asshole," Vishal said, his voice ragged with lust. He positioned himself behind Swati, his hands gripping her hips as he lined up his cock with her asshole.
I could see Swati's body tensing, her muscles clenching as she braced herself for what was to come. I leaned in, my tongue flicking over her asshole one last time before I spoke. "Relax, baby," I said, my voice low and soothing. "Let Vishal in. You can take him.
I want you to feel every inch of him inside you. I want you to feel him stretching you open, filling you up in a way you've never felt before." The head of his cock slipped inside her, stretching her open. She gasped, her body tensing as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of being filled in such an intimate way.
"Fuck, Swati," Vishal groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "You're so tight. Your ass is so fucking tight."
Isha smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she watched Vishal's cock disappear into Swati's ass.
This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. She wanted to take Vishal to a whole new level of pleasure, to make him feel things he had never felt before. She wanted to give him the best rim job of his life.
She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease Swati's asshole, now stretched and glistening with Vishal's pre-cum. Swati gasped, her body tensing as she felt Isha's tongue on her asshole while Vishal's cock was buried deep inside her.
"Fuck, Isha," Vishal groaned, his eyes locked onto hers. "That feels so fucking good. Your tongue on her asshole while my cock is inside her. Fuck, baby, you're making me crazy."
Isha grinned, her tongue swirling around Swati's asshole, teasing the sensitive flesh. My tongue was doing the magic on Swati's asshole and also on VIshal's cock as it entered in. They were going crazy. Vishal's cock was throbbing inside Swati's ass, her tight hole clenching around him as Isha's tongue teased her, pushing her closer to the edge. I could see Vishal's body tensing, his muscles rigid as he fought to hold back his orgasm. He wanted to make this last, to enjoy every second of this new experience. "Your tongue feels so fucking good. You're making me crazy. I can't hold back much longer."
I looked up at him, my tongue still swirling around Swati's asshole, my eyes locked onto his.
"You like that, don't you, big boy?" I said, my voice low and sultry. "You like feeling my tongue on her asshole while your cock is buried deep inside her. You like knowing that I'm tasting you, that I'm licking your cock as it slides in and out of her tight little hole." "Fuck, Isha," he panted. "Your mouth is filthy. You're making me so fucking hard."
I grinned, my tongue flicking over Swati's asshole one last time before I spoke.
He pushed in further, his cock stretching her open even more.
Swati gasped, her body tensing as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of being filled in such an intimate way. She could feel every inch of him, the thickness of his cock, the heat of his skin, the way he filled her up completely.
"Fuck, Vishal," she panted, her voice ragged with pleasure and pain. "You're so big. You're stretching me open."
Vishal groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he began to move. He pulled back slowly, his cock sliding out of her asshole, then pushed back in, filling her up again. Swati moaned, her body relaxing as she got used to the sensation.
I felt a pang of jealousy, wishing it was me being filled by Vishal's cock. I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his. "Vishal," I said, my voice low and sultry.
"I want your cock in my mouth. I want to taste you, baby." I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, and without waiting for a response, I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. I could taste Swati's juices on him, the salty tang of her arousal mixed with the musky scent of his own desire. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive flesh, before taking him deeper into my mouth.
Vishal groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as he held me in place. I felt his fingers on my tits. He squeezed them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making them harden. I could feel his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding deeper into my throat. I relaxed my throat, allowing him to slide even deeper, my nose pressing against his stomach.
I could feel his balls slapping against my chin, his cock throbbing in my mouth. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan even louder.
"Fuck, Isha," he panted, his hips thrusting forward, fucking my face.
I looked up at him, my eyes watering as I took his cock deep into my throat. I could see the way his body tensed, the way his muscles flexed as he fought to hold back his orgasm. I wanted to make him come, to taste his cum, to feel it filling my mouth.
I wanted to swallow every last drop of him, to make him feel like he had never felt before. I could feel his cock throbbing, the veins pulsing beneath my tongue. You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? You love sucking my cock, don't you?"