Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Someone's mouth sucks on her one nipple, so slowly, so gently. It hardens in the boys hot mouth and the pleasure becomes too much. Priyamanis other tit is in another boys mouth, and he's also sucking on it gently. Both her nipples become so sensitive, and delicious, wet hot tongues flick over her hardening peaks. Priyamani is delirious with pleasure, squirming uncontrollably by the torture of so many hands and mouths on her body and the gorgeous cock that's buried deep inside her hot pussy. Just when Priyamani believes this is all she can handle, she feels her swollen clit being stroked, and she shudders hard. Her entire body is alive and on fire. Every part of her body crackles with electric tingles, and she's consumed by delicious ecstasy.




Fuck! It's the ultimate pleasure overload, and Priyamani wonders if too much pleasure can be disastrous, because she's never felt anything like this before. Her entire body is reacting in ways she's not equipped to handle. Tingles course through her, rushing to her head, and she loses focus. Stars blur her vision, and she succumbs to the delicious, sweet, hot, mind numbing high. It's too much, and Priyamani begins to quiver as her pussy contracts violently around the boys gorgeous cock, and she starts cumming. Her breasts heave, her breathing is harsh and ragged. Her eyes water, her damp hair clings to her cheeks, and her vision blurs. Priyamani feels pins and needles all over her body and she's totally powerless to it all. The boys continue to kiss, suck and caress her body. They take their rock hard cocks, and lightly slap her tits, leaving drops of hot precum on her taut, sensitive nipples.



Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It all feels too delicious. Priyamani is helpless, she's a slave to these gorgeous strangers. Her hair is pulled down and her head is firmly held back, while her hands are securely tied behind her back. She can't move even if she wants to. She's completely at their mercy. Priyamani has become a prisoner to these lust driven strangers. She has to accept whatever they decide to do to her. Priyamani has never felt so powerless in her life, but she's loving it. The knowledge of total submission sends ripples of excitement through her, and she loses herself to her prison of raw lust and animalistic desire.

Priyamani isn't even aware that she's sobbing silently, tears streaming down her face. Incoherent words of 'yes' and 'please don't stop' manage to escape through the gag covering her mouth. Priyamani starts cumming again, her entire body shuddering violently, as a second orgasm erupts from her, filling every fibre of her being with sweet, electric ecstasy. Priyamani feels lips, teeth, tongues, and hands all touching and teasing her sweat drenched body. The air smells of salty, sweet sex, and she's consumed by the seductive combination of pussy and semen. The sex smell intoxicates her and she's drunk on the feel, taste, and smell of these lust driven, sweat covered male bodies. Their soft groans and hard breathing only heighten her pleasure. She succumbs to the wild animal deep inside of her. She's driven by instinct, pheromones filling the air, intoxicating them all, transforming them into hungry predators ruled by pure knowledge of survival. All that matters is the moment, the need for ultimate satisfaction. They're behaving like powerless drug addicts, who only care about obtaining their next fix. 



The high consumes their minds and they're no longer thinking, they're overpowered by the unexplainable need to procreate. It's wonderfully vicious, intoxicatingly delicious and the ecstacy is incomprehensible.

Glistening bodies move in sync to a silent rhythm of desire, pleasure and lust. The smell of sex fills the night air, making it thick with pent up need and raw desire. Priyamani starts cumming for the third time and she revels in the beauty of her release. Her body has a mind of its own and thinking right now is totally pointless. She decides to focus on the pleasure alone. She's wet, she's glistening with beads of perspiration, her throat feels raw from all her sobbing and moaning. Her make-up is smudged, thin black kohl streaks stain her eyes and cheeks. One of the boys lifts her up by her waist and puts her back down onto her knees in the lush grass. She's dripping with sweat, her hair is plastered to her scalp, her tits glisten seductively with beads of perspiration. Her pussy is rudely vacant and her cum drips down both of her legs, making a puddle at her feet. Her gorgeous lovers had long ago taken over, and all she can do is obey. She has to be a compliant, good little slut. She needs to be a slut for them. She needs them to punish her for being so brazen, and for asking them to do this to her. Priyamani deserves to be put in her place. She deserves to pay for her shameless desires. Priyamani challenged these strangers, and they had accepted without a second thought. She was convinced that she knew what she was doing. She'd never really been in control from the beginning, and these boys had cleverly manipulated her into this exact role of becoming their naughty, brazen, wanton sex slave.



She was now their undeniable whore, and she was going to be their whore for as long as they chose. Priyamani also secretly wanted them to continue making her feel like a whore, because it made her even more horny. It was a fantasy Priyamani hadn't even been aware of, until now. She was enjoying every second of being used, of being completely controlled. She kept begging them to make her their filthy slut. She let them take her in whatever way they wanted. She willingly submitted to their domination. She was their naughty little fuck doll. She was naughty! Priyamani had to be punished!



One of the boys sits on the grass in front of her and orders her to lift herself up, so he can position himself underneath her. Priyamani straddles him, and sighs with sweet delight as his hard cock fills her vacant, dripping pussy. The boy is in a sitting position, and Priyamani leans her forehead against the boys forehead, staring into his glazed, hazel eyes, and she begins to grind her hips deliciously slow on his throbbing, hard cock. Her hands are still tied behind her back, and all she can do is grind her pussy around his hardness. It feels heavenly, and she moans softly. The boy cups her face with his hands and whispers something against her lips in a deep, husky voice.

"I can see how much you enjoy my cock! Grind that pussy against me baby! You're such a good little slut. Yes! My naughty whore! Fuck my cock! Cum for me, you beautiful bitch! Show me how much you love my cock!"