"You're so beautiful," Ratan said to Rani on the other side of the door. "So beautiful ..." he kept repeating as he pulled her down on the sofa beside him. He let his hands rove over her slender body, stopping at the pert upturned breasts whose nipples were clearly outlined against the soft material of Rani's dress, then circling her hips with his arms, he gripped her buttocks, pulling her closer to him.
Rani's breathing came heavily and her face tilted back on the sofa wore an expression of the pain of waiting for the lovemaking that was to come. Ratan undid the buttons at the front of her blouse and saree was strewn on the sofa already removed while he put his hands inside. He could feel her trembling slightly, and when he touched her breasts, she uttered a low groan. He reached behind her and undid her bra so that the rounded orbs were free for his fervent touch. With one hand, he toyed with her nipples and weighted the soft mounds in his palms enjoying the luxurious silky feeling of Rani's skin against his hand. With his other hand, he fumbled at his zipper and gradually released his throbbing member from his trousers.
Rani heard the sound of the zipper and knew what he had done. She reached down and boldly grabbed hold of his giant cock. "Oh, my, that feels good," she said. "You're quite a big boy, aren't you?"
"It'll get even bigger when it gets where it wants to be!" Ratan said, placing his hand over hers and moving it up and down over the bulging tip of his penis. She felt the stickiness of the pearls of liquid that exuded from his excited member and with expertise, began to stroke and caress it. She felt wildly aroused by the feel of his blunt member in her small hand and could begin to imagine the wonderful feel of it sunk deep between her legs.
Ratan returned to her breasts with both hands now. First he touched them softly, and then more roughly as Rani's hand on his cock began to send maddening thrills throughout his system. He kissed her wetly on the mouth and then let his mouth slide down her chin, then her throat, covering her with tiny kisses wherever it passed. Then he was inside her blouse, pushing the limp bra cups up and sucking noisily at her nipples. He sucked and bit at them, pulling the tender flesh with his teeth, then surrounding and soothing the tortured flesh with the flat wet smoothness of his tongue.
What he was doing hurt Rani briefly from time to time, but then he would do something else that would completely unsettle her so that she could hardly bear the pleasure. She had heard of people who could cum like that, just by having their breasts sucked. No one had ever done it to her quite this way before, and she was sure that if Ratan continued, she would have an orgasm. Her hand continued working in a steady up-and-down motion at his enormous cock, pulling the loose foreskin up, then sliding it back, releasing the glistening head to the air. She shifted her buttocks back and forth on the sofa, feeling an insane tingle between her legs.
Ratan put one hand down to her quivering thigh and slowly stroked the full roundness of it, digging his thick fingers into the silky petticoat flesh, then smoothing the area he had just probed with a gentle circular motion. He let his hand travel up to the warmth high under her rumpled petticoat, where his fingers stretched out to meet her moist pulsating vulva.
Rani gave a tiny shriek of pleasure as he pushed under her panties and entwined his fingers in the dampness of her waiting pussy. Ratan's cock jumped about wildly in her hand as though it had a life of its own. He felt as though his lungs were going to burst any minute from the effort of his harsh broken breathing, but on he went, jiggling his fingers about in her crotch among the secret joys of her cunt.
Rani began to call out his name hoarsely. "Oh, Ratan ... Ratan ...do it to me ... yes, do it to me!" She screwed herself down so that his fingers could push far, far up into her satiny vagina, squealing when he reached her cervix. She kicked off her designer slippers and tried desperately to get her blouse and petticoat off, while jerking spasmodically at Ratan's convulsing prick. She was jumping around all over his hand, wiggling herself back and forth and up and down, completely out of her head with passion. She began to babble, muttering snatches of words and sentences in an incoherent wail.
"Oh yeah ... oh Ratan! Oh baby, baby ... honey do it ... oh fuck me now ... now ... oh Ratan, baby! It's sooooo gooood."
He tugged at his pants, trying to remove them.
"Come on ... let's get everything off!" he said, panting. They both stood up hastily and removed all their clothing, letting them fall to make an obscene pile in front of the sofa. Then they collapsed into each other's arms on the sofa and he was at her from all over, grasping at her buttocks, letting his hands cover every inch of her shapely naked body. They were both hot and flushed and moisture formed wherever their bodies touched.
She reached down and touched the fullness of his balls, cupping them in the palm of her hand, then once her hand was at his penis, pulling at it and teasing it and urging it to enter her.
"Oh, Ratan, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, letting her head roll from side to side. She felt as though someone had drugged her, so great was her desire for him. If she could just have that beautiful cock plunged into her to the hilt...
Suddenly Ratan got up from the couch and knelt down on the floor in front of Rani. He separated her knees with his hands and gazed hungrily at the sight of her parted sex before him. The brownish interior of her pussy peaked out temptingly from between the surrounding soft blonde hair, and her smooth, trembling thighs extended limply on either side of Ratan's body. He bent down and after taking a deep breath, pushed his face into the opened crevice. Rani gave a gasp of delight and entwined her fingers
