Mala felt her knees buckle down as she felt his cock imbed upon her waist and when Roger's rough hands pain started to caress and fondle her back she gripped his Bondage back for support. While kissing her Roger started caressing her buttocks and seeing Mala seething with pleasure he shoved both his hands inside her blouse with such force that it made the thin fabric of her blouse to rip apart and the hooks to fly out from the thin material of her blouse. BDSM Mala let out a deep moan as she felt her blouse being ripped open and as his rough hands took hold of her shoulders, releasing her lips from his, she looked at him with want in her eyes. Roger seeing her aroused face, her lustrous eyes gleaming with passion and her rosy cheeks turned crimson commanded 'remove your sari.' 'Why don't you do it yourself' she replied in a lewd manner, her mouth open and saliva dripping down her cheeks. 'I can't remove it. I can only shred it out' he replied. 'Do you as wish' she replied wiggling her body and allowing him some space. Roger taking hold of the top of her sari in his hand and sliding it past her chest he dropped it down on the floor casually. Then groping his hand inside her waistband and gripping the tucked part of her sari, he pulled it out with such force that left her to stand dazed in her petticoat and a torn blouse. 'You are a monster' said Mala as her sari was ripped out in a flash. 'You are yet to see the real monster' he said. 'Which monster' she asked wetting her lips. 'This one' saying this he took hold of her hand and brought it on his enraged cock. Cupping his cock over his shorts she spoke 'Yes, it feels like a monster.' 'A real throbbing indian monster' he replied. 'Why is it throbbing' she asked. 'It wants to be freed from the prison; release it' he commanded. Hearing him Mala brought her other hand down. Holding his enraged cock in one hand she slid the other hand inside his shorts and loosening the elastic band she slowly pulled his shorts down till they reached below his buttocks. Feeling the warm muscular flesh of his buttocks and as she caressed them in her hand, she felt Roger's hand pulling the tattered blouse out from her body. She again looked up at his face with fervor and when Roger said 'remove my shorts' she pushed them down with both her hands, all the time her eyes were glued to his face. 'Now look at it' commanded Roger stepping back and exposing his cock. Mala slowly dipped her eyes down and what they saw got etched in her memory. She saw its head first which was as thick as her wrist. It was curved up in an angle pointing towards her. Its head glistening with a drop of pre cum struck at its opening. Holding it in her hand she was amazed by its width, as her fingers found it difficult to encircle it, and when she pulled it down to look at its length she could not believe it. She was enchanted by its look. Not just by its dimensions but for its color. It was jet black and with the thin rays of light falling on it she felt as if she was fetish holding something precious in her hand. It was not a cock she was holding but a jewel she thought. It looked so precious to her. Roger saw her keenly observing his cock and asked 'do you like what you see.' This made Mala look back again at him and seeing his sweating face said 'I don't like monsters.' 'Then what had kept you captivated for such a long time' he asked. 'I was contemplating whether to stay put or run away' she said naughtily. 'Why? Why is it so' he asked her. Zahra - evil elite Jinn working with Marie You can stay with me. For now at least. 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