Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

He slapped her other breast while she watched his face change from surprise to a scowl. She rode him harder, enjoying his struggle to keep himself composed.



"Does she clench around your cock?" Tisca  was on the cusp of a climax, and her voice sounded breathy and distant. "Does she let you fill her like I do?"

She felt his body tense under her and Tharun grunted "That right," she whispered feeling him pleasantly pump into her. "She knows, doesn't she? Your cum belongs to me, not her."

Her legs tingle as fireworks were going off inside of her before her body trembled as if she were bare in the wind. For a moment her sharp wit abandoned her, and Tisca 's mind was filled with gray and glitter! Then he slapped her breast again, and the aftershock spread throughout her body in a pleasing wave.



When she climbed off of him, his cum spilled out of her and onto his trousers. "Hey," he cried and tried to rub it out before it could leave a stain.

"Just tell her you spilled some champagne," she said and couldn't help but laugh to herself as she fixed her dress. Tharun didn't look amused.



When she finally unlocked the door, the hallway appeared empty. She put her hands on her hips and breathed out, feeling the barbed arousal of being a mistress constrict around her like a coset. Now that she'd sobered up she realized just how a thing she'd done. Tharun needed to get back to the party, and she needed to retreat home, the last reward of being the "other woman."

Tisca  turned to say goodbye, but Tharun caught her about the waist and pulled her back into his arms. It surprised her, and Tisca  gasped like a woman assaulted by a gust of wind on an otherwise beautiful day. He fixed her with a look, and in his dark eyes, she saw love. Behind that love, sat something else that made her randy all over again.



She realized he wanted more; not just more sex, but more of her. It made a fire rise in her heart but did little to calm the smoldering between her thighs.

She'd imagine of days where it was just the two of them with only their passion to rule over them. She dreamed of whole days without clothes, without sneaking around, No furtive glances over the shoulder, and without restraints.

But those were just fantasies. In the end, Tisca  could borrow Tharun, but she always had to give him back. Watching him go back to his little gem Honey always made her feel as if someone has filled her with thumbtacks, then shook her.



"That was amazing." He said, and Tisca  stirred out of her thoughts long enough to melt a little under his gaze, the way she always did when he looked at her like she was his wife. But, before she could reply, she heard a door first unlock, then open from down a hallway.

Tisca  stepped out of Tharun's grasp just in time to see Honey stepping out of another room far down the hall. She stumbled for a moment before a giggle escaped her. Then, not one, but two men spilled out of the room behind Honey. Tisca  saw that they all wore drunken harlequin smiles across their faces before she recognized the look of Honey's dress drawn up and disheveled around her waist.



"Honey?"

Tisca  heard more confusion than shocked in Tharun's voice as she slowly began to back away. Honey, his wife, caught sight of him standing in the hallway and her smile fell right off of her face. All four of them caught eyes with one another and suddenly a thick quiet hung in the hall.



Then Tisca  was descending down the stairs, taking them two and three at a time before she heard an eruption of yelling behind her.



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