The Making Of A Married Slut (Closed for slutindianwife and DaBigBaadWolff)

“Yeah, I bet he’s one big fucker.”
Nisha said looking at Wasim.
She rubbed her ass, skirt half lifted.
Boobs still out.
 
“That fukker bit me real bad.
I think he left a mark.
Can you just take a look Wasim?”
So saying, Nisha lifted her skirt fully, revealing her bare ass to Wasim.
 
I was stunned, so was Wasim.
He pounced on the opportunity.
He went down on his knees and grabbed her ass with both his hands.
 
I saw Nisha bite her lips.
She loved her ass licked.
Then she said,
“I guess you did not find the fukker!” And she moved away.
 
Her boobs were still out.
“Pizza time!” She said and went to cut the pizza.
Akram had still not come.
 
Wasim moved to Nisha again.
His hand on her ass again.
Nisha was not resisting at all.
I was rock hard.
 
Wasim was rubbing her ass hard.
Then he really slapped her very hard, harder than the first time.
She screamed!
 
Akram came in.
“All set to play guys?”
He said, taking his place on one of the four chairs, which had been placed in a round circle, two feet apart from each other by the side and 6 feet apart from the circle centre.
 
Nikki walked to the chairs, handed me a slice, then Akram, took one for herself and laid the last piece on the plate on Wasim’s chair.
Wasim picked up the plate and sat down.
 
Akram says,
“Only one rule. The question has to be asked to the person first.
The person can answer - or a dare has to be done!
Ok guys?”
 
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