Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"You know who, Krish." Nayanthara pulled his blanket and sheet slowly off the bed. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of his manhood barely contained by his pajamas. "You're ready for me. Good boy." She bent down and grabbed the cuffs of his bottoms. The twin diamonds on her wedding ring caught the moonlight. With a swoop of her arms she pulled the bottoms off Krishan and his dick sprung free. "What a fine bludgeon you now have."



"I'm ... a virgin ... Nayanthara." Krishan gripped the sheet in either hand as she climbed into bed with him.

"Not for long, darling." Nayanthara straddled him and reached below her to grasp his cock. "Soon, you'll find yourself surrounded in acquiescent quim. Anyone you want, Krish. Anytime you want her."

"Your skin is so cold." Krishan shivered as she dropped her hips and he slid into her. Her insides were as chilly as her exterior.

"Warm me up then." Nayanthara groaned and took long, slow bounces up and down. Her boobs and belly shook with every thrust. "That's a good lad." She cupped her boobs in her hands and leaned her head back. Nayanthara rolled her eyes and her pretty lips parted. "So ... goooooood."



"Am ... I ... uh ... uh ... uh ... dreaming?" This was so far beyond any fantasy Krishan could conjure up.

"Noooooo." Nayanthara switched to gyrating her hips and placed her cold hands on his meager chest. "It's time ... Krish ... for la petite mort." Her hips stopped and she trembled all over. Her dangling boobs shook just above Krishan's face. When she'd recovered from her orgasm, she went back to long, bouncing strokes again. This time with both hands on her belly. "Very good, Krish. Now it's your turn."



The sounds of Krishan's soft grunts, Nayanthara's more animalistic ones, and the slapping of frigid skin on warm skin filled the large, dark bedroom. She rode him for a long time.

"Nayanthara ... it's happening ..." Krishan shut his eyes tight. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh." He came and came inside this strange woman. Nothing in his life had prepared him for the ecstasy of that moment.



When Krishan opened his eyes, golden morning light streamed through his open window and his mother was knocking on his door. Nayanthara was nowhere to be seen.

"Time for breakfast, Krish." Anushka had the good sense not to barge in on her growing boy after the incidents the day before. She wanted no more to do with his enormous thing. "college bus will be here in thirty."



"Okay, Mom." Krishan called back through the door. What a strange night that had been. He looked down at his rigid marvel of a dick and wondered if he had time for a fap in the shower before breakfast.

to be continue...