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Suddenly, Rohit pushed her
against the door even as he pushed his hand deeper into her butt crack – so
much so that his hand extending up to his middle finger was now pasted from the
beginning of Amreen’s crack to her rectal hole. He gently massaged her butt
crack and rectum as he kissed her, his tongue licking up everything in its path
in Amreen’s mouth: her gums, her teeth, her lips, her tongue. Amreen was so
horny for his organ by now that she didn’t care where he put his manhood – her
anus, or her mouth would do, as long as he put it inside her.
“Inside me,” she said,
cryptically, pushing his lips away for a moment, but his lips were back on hers
again as if they were two powerful magnets with lives and minds of their own.
Rohit lifted her off the floor
with the one hand under her butt crack, placing his other hand on her waist,
continuing to kiss her. Amreen tried to put her feet down on the floor but
Rohit pushed up her right thigh and then, she recalled how strong and
well-built he was. He was built like a boxer or a wrestler and could probably
lift her with one finger. Amreen lifted both her legs and wrapped them around
his hips.
As she did so, for the first time
that day, she felt his organ in between her salwar-clad thighs. The feeling of
his boner on her body made her cognizant, once again, of how wet she was, and how
ready for his manhood to penetrate her. She loved how his hand was in her hip
crack, exploring her anus intimately, she loved how he held her like a strong
alpha male – making her completely his, without question. But she wanted – no –
needed him inside her. Her vagina was so thirsty for fulfillment that any more
titillation and she would just have to push her own fingers down her salwar and
panties and thrust them inside her.
Powerful as his kiss was, Amreen
had to struggle for a few seconds to take her face away from his. Rohit moved
his other hand below her right hip as he continued to hold her his arms,
effortlessly, barely breaking a sweat. Amreen could feel his boner twitch
against her right thigh.
She put both her hands on his
face, ruffling his hair slightly and looked into his eyes. “I need you…
inside,” she said simply, in English.
Rohit smiled and nodded. He
placed her down against the door again. He then knelt down in front of Amreen
and pushed up her kameez to reveal her belly button under which her salwar’s
drawstring was tied. He made quick work of untying her salwar’s drawstring and
loosening it, making Amreen’s salwar fall down to her feet. He then made quicker work of
taking off her panties – Amreen remembered Rohit had torn the elastic on her
panties yesterday in his hunger to take them off – but before she could
protest, Rohit had hungrily pushed her panties off her hips again, though not
(thankfully) tearing them this time. He didn’t even remove the panties off her
feet before he pushed his face under her kameez and between her legs.
Amreen felt his fingers thrusting
inside her vagina. She gasped loudly, before realizing they were still at the
door of the flat and her gasp might be audible outside. Amreen felt his fingers
thrust outward before he thrust them hard inside her again, rubbing his thumb
into her clitoris roughly, making her moan.
Realizing that they would be
audible outside, Amreen placed her right hand on her mouth. Rohit thrust his
fingers into her, again, hard, and she moaned into the palm of her hand. As he
made the next finger-thrust inside Amreen’s vagina, Rohit replaced his thumb
with his tongue on Amreen’s clitoris. Amreen forgot all about her moans and her
objective of attempting to contain the loudness of them, completely. Her right
hand moved off her mouth involuntarily, moving to the top of Rohit’s head along
with her left hand, as she moaned like an animal in heat. She pulled at his
hair with both her hands through her kameez’s cloth, thinking that she needed
to take the kameez off, but Rohit thrust his fingers hard into her again,
making her forget her train of thoughts. Rohit kept his tongue pressed against
her clitoris with a constant steady pressure, as he finger-fucked her.
“Let… me... remove…” she began,
but Rohit immediately increased the speed of his finger-thrusts inside her
vagina, leaving her speechless.
Amreen let out a large continuous
moan, enjoying the sustained steady pace of his finger-fucking and his warm
saliva and tongue pressed against her clitoris. She knew that if Rohit began
flicking his tongue at her clitoris, she would start yelling, unable to bear
the pleasure. She could feel his warm breath on her pubic area and that was a
source of joy in itself.
She felt him start to flick his
tongue slowly as her thrust his fingers in and out of her, and she groaned
loudly.
“Aaaaaaah!” Amreen exulted as she
felt the dual sensation of his fingers plunging in and out of her, and his warm
wet slippery tongue flicking her clitoris. She had by now stopped caring about
how loud she was.
‘Let everyone in the apartments know I am being fucked,’ she thought
to herself, ‘by Mrs. Bannerjee’s boy.’
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