Two people are sitting with their backs against a wall, near a long rectangular window, covered with a sliding net and glass panels, in a room. I can see a silhouette of their body movements, and now on looking at their faces with difficulty closely and carefully, are identifiable, lit with the light coming from the opposite room. They both look young, however, their aged facial features hint they are older and belong from a rural area.
One near the window, in shalwar kameez, is lying on his belly and now looking at his partner’s phone screen, Rohail is scrolling with his thumb and their faces partially lit with the phone's light. Hanan’s kameez is folded into a wedge on his back, his bubble shape butt is prominent in its appearance even in the loose shalwar, though he’s lean in physique as his partner. Rohail in a white vest and a black skin-fit pajama, his flaccid dick bulge resting lifelessly.
From outside the window, a man of 27 age is watching these two men from his terrace with a half burnt lit cigarette, resting his arms at the top end of the wall - slouched, with a small yellow cup of mild hot chai, remaining at the ground level placed beside. Outside the wall of their room is cemented - not painted and a low blue dawn light lies on it and a damp sound of silence with caws of a couple of crows sitting on palm trees from behind me.
Rohail comes across an English song in which an American singer is twerking her booty in a G-string panty, her wobbling bubble butt makes him breath heavily and after few seconds Hanan look towards Rohail with a smiley face and...
Rohail rubs his flaccid dick with hand palm edge and corrects it into a comfortable position with other hand. He finds Hanan looking at his dick and pulls the boner out from the pajama, runs his finger through his hair and pulls his head towards himself and kisses his forehead and presses his head down and rams his dick deep in Hanan's mouth, finding him gag on it and copiously drooling on his bushy haired bladder.
Rohail spanks Hanan's ass mercilessly that begins to feel itchy and as if dozens of ants are crawling. Hanan takes a break and pulls it out and looks above towards Rohail with a smiley face and Rohail quickly switches his gaze from Hanan's ass to his eyes.
"What? What happened?", Hanan asks.
Rohail comes out his imaginative trance and takes a deep breathe before, "Nothing.", responding to Hanan.
The End
