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Her tongue rolled over his penis inside her mouth for some time and she pulled out.Rashmi stroked his penis for some more time and started giving a fast blowjob. Her head moving up and down in great pace. Mr. Dutt. had expected her to be another naive girl who hated giving blowjobs but this one was something else. She was sucking him off like a porn star. He felt himself reaching the peak when she looked directly into his eyes while sucking his balls, playing with them in her mouth.Mr. Dutt didn’t know what came over him after seeing her like that. He stood up, grabbed her face and literally started fucking her mouth. Rashmi’s eyes were wide open as she felt his penis go in and out of her mouth with such great force and pace. Finally, Mr. Dutt held her head against his crotch, her face pressing against his lower belly and unloaded all his semen down her throat.“Congratulations Rashmi, you not only saved your job but also earned yourself a promotion,” said a cheerful Mr. Dutt as he. At that moment, I really did want it. She then said "Good girl. You'll make a good slave. Now stand up."She pulled her fingers out of my mouth and pussy, and pushed me forward. As I stood up, she held my hips so I wouldn't turn around. She slid one hand up on my lower back and said "Bend over, I want a good look at that ass." It was wrong, and I knew it was wrong, but I let it happen. I bent forward at the waist, and spread my legs apart when she began spanking my inner thighs and said "Spread 'em". I had no idea what to expect, but at that moment, I think I was more turned on than ever before.I closed my eyes, feeling much more sober now, and shivered in anticipation. Of what, I didn't know, but I believed at the time that I was ready for anything. I felt her hand back at my pussy; my wet dripping pussy and it wasn't dripping wet from urine anymore, it was wet from pure excitement. She rubbed her hand back and forth, squishing noisily through my labia lips, and drawing a hushed moan.
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