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After repeated attempts to gun it back to life, had failed, she gave up and stepped out into the night air. It was balmy and seemed like a storm was brewing, 30 at night, a single woman, that too a celebrity stranded in the middle of a road, with a broken down car — not an Young teen girls boobs position — to say the least.

Trisha had had a tiring day at shooting and had tried her best to thwart her colleagues from dragging her to a movie with them. She should have tried harder; she cursed herself, as she locked up the car as securely as she could — removing the detachable front panel of the stereo.

She hoped that by the time a mechanic got to it tomorrow, her car would still be intact. Now how do we get back home? It was an effort to take the first few steps away from the car. The first drop of rain hit her shoulder causing her to look at the droplet fast seeping into the fabric of her blouse, causing a dark patch to appear. As the next few droplets pit patted her, she looked up to see the dark clouds and lightning streak across the sky.

She heard the noise of an engine and turned to look back with hope. In the faint glimmer of the streetlights she saw a yellow cab approaching. As she tried to make out if it was empty, she instinctively raised her hand to flag it down.

The driver saw her and swerved to a halt a few metres away from her — it was empty, but there were two of them in the front seat. All her instincts warned her not to acknowledge this cab, but she ignored them and walked up to the vehicle. As she approached the cab, she saw the assistant leering at her, as he scratched his day old stubble. His eyes traveled to her full Danica dillon ariella ferrera accentuated by the saree drawn tight across them and then lower down to her waist, which was exposed, as she had worn the saree low, below her navel.

The saree Hot older women hand jobs movies flimsy and her dark blouse was clearly visible through it, and this scruffy Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck was stripping her nude with his eyes as she drew level with the car.

Trisha felt a chill run down her spine as she realised that both of them were drunk. She averted his eyes and settled down, fidgeting with her purse to keep her from looking at him. As he engaged gears, Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck reached up to adjust the rear Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck mirror and focussed it on her breasts.

Trisha noticed this movement and looked up, as she did so, she came face to face with the helper who was now openly leering at her. As she gulped, she noticed the lecherous smile on his face as he turned his face away and looked at the driver.

The driver met his gaze and also returned the same smile. It was almost as if an unspoken agreement had been signed. Trisha realized all this and almost panicked Mature mom talks dirty jumping out of the speeding cab, but she tried to blame it Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck on her imagination and tried to stay calm.

Home was a long way off. The cab sped along deserted roads, and Trisha felt the tiredness begin to overtake her. She Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck it as long as she could; yet she was unaware of the attention that the driver was paying at the rear view mirror.

If only she knew that he was gazing at her lush breasts as they jiggled with every little pothole that the cab encountered. The breeze through the open window drove away her fears, but it also drove away her saree from her blouse, causing her right breast African women exposed topless deep scooped neckline to come into view.

The driver noticed this and rubbed his hardening cock through his trousers. Trisha was lost in her own thoughts and reminisced about the movie, she also worried about her car and failed to notice the helper stealing sidelong glances at her exposed blouse and midriff now and again.

The breeze and the motion of the car soon began to have their effect on her, and though she tried her best to fight it, an euphoric tiredness began to take hold of her. She dreamt of her bed and how she would soon crash into it, totally exhausted.

As she dreamt, the breeze completely blew her saree off her shoulders and her Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck breasts clad in the low cut blouse, her fair stomach, accentuated by her deep dark navel, lay exposed for all to see.

The cool breeze had caused her nipples to harden inside her flimsy bra and they were beginning to jut out through the fabric of her blouse. The blouse was made of a semi - transparent material and her bra was clearly outlined through it. Her cleavage, caused by her breasts ensconced in the tight bra, peeped Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck of her low neckline. The driver saw all this in Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck mirror and he massaged his rock hard dick vigorously causing his assistant to turn around and look at the half asleep Trisha.

He licked his lips at the sight of her and imagined what it would feel like to squeeze those tits and suck the hardening nipples. They looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement, it was now or never. The driver swung the car into a deserted lane off the main road and slowed to a halt behind a parked bus. Trisha felt the vehicle slowing Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck and awoke with a start. She expected to see familiar areas, maybe her driveway, but all Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck could see was a dingy lane and the two men in the front seat looking at her with lusty eyes.

As she regained her composure, she realized that she was exposing a lot of flesh and hastily tried to cover herself up. The assistant sprang into action as he turned around, reached out and clamped his fist over her mouth, and with his other hand he held the saree, preventing her from pulling it over herself.

The driver opened his door and stepped out of the car, looked around, opened her door and roughly pushed her in. As he slid in next to Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck, the assistant relinquished his hold on her and opened his door and entered from the other door.

It all happened so fast Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck before Trisha knew it, she was sandwiched between the two. Before she could open her mouth to scream, the driver dealt her a slap across her cheeks, that made her actually see stars and sent her sprawling into the lap of the waiting helper.

As the helper held her shoulders and pulled her down onto his lap, the driver gripped her blouse with both hands and ripped it open.

He made short work of her bra, slipping the straps off her shoulders, and scooping her large breasts out, which he held in either palm and began to squeeze. The helper once again clamped his hand over her mouth and prevented her from screaming.

Trisha was suffocating in his vice like grip, and the more she struggled, the tighter the hold became. The driver hiked her saree up to her thighs and straddled her legs with his own. He looked down at her thighs appreciatively and ran his hands over them, feeling their softness. His palms scalded her as they traveled closer and closer to her snatch rubbing and fondling her thighs.

As she closed her eyes and struggled to free herself, the driver slowly but deliberately began to stroke her pussy through her flimsy black panties. Trisha was terrified and stared back at him as he began to unzip his trousers. He wore no underwear and his cock sprang out from within. It was thick and black and rapidly hardening as he stroked it up and down. It came apart like tissue paper.

As her pussy was bared, the helper reached down and stroked her curly pubes, stopping for a moment as he found her lips and pried them apart. The driver, now confident of her compliance, knelt down and squatted on the floor, bent her legs and spread them wide apart. He Drunk pary girls fucking a finger in his mouth and drove it into her pussy without much finesse.

As he did so, he bent down and started to suck her nipples. Trisha felt his coarse tongue and also his thick digit, which was beginning to shaft her soft pussy. As the finger pushed in and out her pussy began to respond and the juices began to trickle. The helper used his free hand to freely explore her soft breast and thighs, occasionally stroking his hard on through his trousers.

Trisha could feel the heat, and the hardness of his cock through the material of Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck trouser as he held her cheek tight against it. The driver pulled his digit out of her pussy and bent Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck over her stomach.

He kissed her navel and his tongue dove into it, he gripped the gathering of her saree and tried to pull it down as far as Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck as his tongue followed his hand and came to a stop just above her pube line.

He shoved his hands underneath her ass cheeks and lifted her up giving him a free access to her pussy. The driver shoved his tongue into her pussy lips as he pried them apart, and began lapping away at her juices.

However revolting the thought may have been, Trisha felt her body begin to respond as she experienced the hot tongue skimming Trisha krishnan saree homemade fuck pussy and occasionally diving deep inside her.

The driver speeded up the strokes of his tongue holding her soft thighs apart with his hands. The helper was trying to kiss her mouth, but as she twisted and turned her face, he unzipped his trouser and pressed his cock against her cheeks. Trisha felt the heat of his cock as it grew bigger against the side of her face, and tried her best to draw away from it but he held her head tightly to it.

It was enormous! Trisha felt that she was going to choke on the head itself, leave alone the rest of the monstrosity! She had never imagined that a human penis could ever be of such gargantuan proportions.

As she gagged and tried to breathe normally, the helper began to undulate his hips and cause the monster to move in and out of her mouth. The rancid taste and pissy smell of the phallus revolted her, but Trisha sucked on it to save her life. In the meanwhile, the driver found her erect clitoris and began massaging it with his thumb while he continued sucking the lips of her pussy.

Trisha squirmed in shame as she felt her juices begin to flow freely from all the attention.


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