Hanif bounced his hairless crotch on the famous bengali singer’s sucking lips, driving his prick through her wildly sucking mouth. Sharmila wrapped her tongue around the boy’s thrusting boner and sucked it for all she was worth. With one hand she clutched at her slick cunt ramming two and then three fingers in and twisting them, bringing herself to another shuddering orgasm. She thrilled to how aggressive the little kid was being, fucking her mouth like it was another cunt. The boy had now taken her in all three fuckholes.
From the way Hanif’s young cock was swelling and his hairless balls were drawing up it was clear he was about to dump his load of boy-cum in her greedy mouth soon. She ripped her hand from her cunt and grabbed the kid’s humping ass with both hands. She slid her wet fingers into the crack of his ass and groped for his tiny asshole. She founds the moist slit and pushed one slimy finger into it. She could feel the rubbery ring grip and nip at her fingertip.
The baby boy of **yrs howled with joy and Sharmila pushed it up him in a single long stroke. The kid’s hole opened around it and accepted her thrusting digit easily. She rammed it deep and swirled it around in him, hitting his spongy prostate. Hanif’s thin boyish cock flexed in her mouth and the kid screamed in ecstasy.
“Oh shit! Do it, Gudmarani Khanki re, ar parlam ne re magi, Oh, OHH! Hhhhhhhh amar mal beruchche ree eeeeee. …!” Hanif wailed. He fell on her, his belly smacking her face, nearly smothering her. His cock sank into the back of her mouth. The woman could feel the kid’s balls pressing at her lower lip.
Hanif’s cock jerked and hot jets of boy-jizz spat out the end and painted the opening to her throat with thick, slimy prick-juice. The boy pulled his pelvis back and let his spurting prick fill her hungry mouth. Sharmila thrust her finger in and out of his asshole roughly, massaging his love-gland, causing the boy’s thin prick to spunk even harder and fill her cheeks with his sweet spunk. She swallowed it, thrilling to the pungent flavor and sucked on the tip of his dick to draw out more.
Sharmila found she couldn’t get enough of this boy’s delicious fuck-cream. She squeezed her lips on the shooting shaft and milked him for more. The four feet small kid was rolling his head from side to side, amazed at the intensity of his own climax. He looked down at the thrilling sight of his cock in her mouth. Her hair was spread out over the pillow in damp waves. Her face was smeared with sweat and gleaming juices from the both of them.
Hanif had always wanted to fuck this hindu celeb singer but he never thought he’d be getting so animal wild with her. But Sharmila Chowdhury, being devoted only to her husband, now seemed to be a total slut for a Muslim boy-cock. As he felt his cock pulsing cum into her he imagined how much fun it would be if his elder brother Hafiz Ali were there with them.
Ohhhh Allah, what they could show her then! Slowly he pushed himself up and sat back as his cock wilted slightly in her mouth. He looked down at her lovingly. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was whimpering around him, obviously in the throes of yet another orgasm. Her cheeks were flushed and her hot breath rushed over his wet groin. He let her suck his dick while she came off, and then, as she came down, he raised up on his feet and pulled it from her gently. Her hand fell limply from his ass, the finger slithering out, sending another tickling thrill through him. He swung his slim leg over her lightly and them plopped down on his knees beside her. He kissed her breasts again, and ran his hands over her torso and down her belly.