Clamoring out her second orgasm, Ramola reached frantically down around her own buttocks with both hands and seized the deflating balls pressed into the now shallow valley of her anus. Her arms were outstretched, the palms of her hands pressing flat against his hips in a vain attempt to ease the pressure of the thick hard cock-head pulsing against her womb like the blunt end of a live cannon anxious to fire off its load. Akbar could barely contain his tremendous elation as he worked over her, enjoying the grunts and mewling sounds of her subjugation, feeling the tempo of her thrusts up against him becoming faster and more urgent. This would make her like him more than ever, he grinned, lowering his face a little to flick the tip of his tongue down into the tiny tightly-puckered hole of her anus nestling just below the moist portal of her vagina. The color in Ramola's face ebbed suddenly as she sucked in her breath in horror! She was busy fondling the Rose buds.
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