Chapter-83: Wedding photo shoot part- 3
Her hips gave an involuntary jerk forward, towards Zeke's mouth. This is for you, my love, she thought, the deception a delicious poison in her veins. You wanted a perfect, innocent wife and I wanted… this. Zeke's mouth found her center. Splortch...
The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet room. His tongue was broad and demanding, licking a hot, damp stripe through her slick folds. Glllck… Mohini cried out, a sharp, strangled sound that was half protest, half plea.
Her fingers tangled in Zeke's thick hair, not pushing him away, but holding him right where he was. Luther twisted her cherries, hard. Nnnggh…! Her back arched violently. The dual action was overwhelming.
Zeke's tongue worked her with a brutal efficiency, flicking over her clit again and again. Slap. Slurp... Slurp... The damp, messy sounds of his feasting filled her ears. She could feel the pressure building, a tight, screaming knot low in her belly, but it wasn't enough.
It was never enough from just that. "Please," she heard herself beg, the word torn from her. "I need… more." Zeke pulled back, his chin glistening. He looked over at Luther, a silent command passing between them.
In a frenzy of movement, Zeke undid his own pants, freeing a thick, heavily veined meat rod that stood rigid and angry. Luther did the same, his own penis longer, thinner. Zeke lay back on the floor, pulling Mohini on top of him.
She straddled his hips, her dampness slicking his stomach. Luther positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips. "Look at him," Zeke growled, guiding his meat rod to her entrance. "Look at your fiancé while we ruin you."
Mohini lifted her head, her vision blurry with unshed tears of ecstasy. She fixed her eyes on Martin's patient, waiting form. She saw him check his watch, then look back towards the door, a picture of oblivious anticipation.
Zeke thrust upwards. Squelch. At the exact same moment, Luther pushed into her from behind. Sschlllp... The double penetration was a shock, a filling, stretching, burning sensation that stole the air from her lungs. It is a silent scream of pleasure of two big things entering her.
The silent scream locked in Mohini's throat melted into a guttural, shuddering groan. Oh god. Oh god… oh god… oh god…. Her head fell back against Luther's shoulder as her body convulsed around the twin invasions. "So full…. Too full…."
The sensation was a brutal, delicious stretch that bordered on pain, a seismic shift in her very center that left her dizzy. Zeke's thick, bear like grunt vibrated through her. "Look at him, princess. Don't try to look away…"
His command was a low rumble against her ear, his beard scratching her cheek. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and glazed, fluttered back to the window, to see Martin. He was scrolling through his phone now, a small, patient smile on his face.
The sight of his utter ignorance sent a fresh, filthy wave of heat crashing through her. He has no idea. No idea his pure bride is split open on two meat rods. Luther's hands, wiry and impatient, groped her from behind, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.
"Hell, she's like a vice," he hissed, his voice tight. "So fucking tight…."
"She's watching her man," Zeke grunted, beginning a slow, deliberate retreat. The drag of his meat rod inside her was an exquisite torture. Schllluck… "Aren't you, sweetheart? Watching your faithful fiancé while we are banging you raw..."
Mohini could only whimper letting out a high pitched, needy sound. Her nails dug into Zeke's powerful forearms. The pullout was almost worse than the penetration, a hollow, aching emptiness that begged to be filled again.
Then he thrust back in. Squelch. A simultaneous, broken cry was torn from both of them. Luther, not to be outdone, began his own rhythm, a faster, shallower piston that created a chaotic, overlapping cadence of flesh on flesh.
Slap-slap-schlop… Slap-slap-squelch….
The sounds were obscene, damp, sloshing, squelching proof of her complete desecration. Mohini's world narrowed to the three points of contact, Zeke's crushing fullness in front, Luther's frantic friction behind, and Martin's oblivious silhouette through the glass.
"That's it," Zeke encouraged, his breath hot on her neck. "Take it. Take both of us for him." His large hands slid from her hips up her torso, his rough palms scraping over her sensitive skin before closing over her fruits.
They were pale and heavy in his grasp, jiggling and bouncing with every thrust. He squeezed, his thumbs grinding down on her taut, pebbled cherries. Mmmph! A sharp, electric jolt shot straight to her core.
Her back arched, pressing her chest harder into his hands and her ass tighter against Luther's groin. "Someone likes that…" Luther chuckled, the sound breathless. He increased his pace, his lean body slamming into her with renewed vigor.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap... "Your little fruits are so perfect for grabbing. Bet your hubby never plays with them like this." The comparison, the sheer wrongness of it, pushed her closer to the edge.
She trembled with happiness and pleasure as she expected this and wanted this kind of thing to happen more and more to her. This is what she is made for and this is what she wanted from the bottom of her heart.
Before when she is still a virgin after her first attempt with martin, she felt quite frustrated. But now her life became quite fulfilling and she can have something new like this almost every day now.
She felt that George really has a good meat rod to give her such a good surprise after his second opening or real opening of her virginity. She felt happy that she made the right choice at the right time.
A familiar, coiling tension began to build deep within her, a knot of pure need. But it was stuck, hovering just out of reach. The penetration was overwhelming, incredible, a relentless filling that made her toes curl, but it wasn't quite enough.
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