Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Nazriya did not reply but Sayyesha could hear the sound of Nazriya getting out of clothes. This was leading to something that Sayyesha had not imagined in her wildest dreams. Two young girls..one almost nude, another getting nude, night time and a young man. What if he just bangd them! Perhaps she should do what she was in bed for i.e. try to fall asleep.



But it was no use. She couldn't fall asleep. Maybe just a quick peek, Sayyesha thought. She hesitated for a moment, then rolled over as silently as she could. Very cautiously, she raised her eyelids a sliver. She was facing across the small room towards Nazriya's bed. She'd been in the dark for a while, and her eyes had adjusted – Nazriya and her friend were visible on the bed, though only just. They lay on their sides, the guy with his back to Sayyesha. Nazriya had her arms around him and she had pushed up his shirt so that her hands caressed the bare skin of his back. The couple seemed to be kissing enthusiastically. And he did indeed have broad shoulders and dark hair, just as Sayyesha had known he would.

Nazriya had taken off her jeans which was understandable. After all she was wet as a fish. Now she sat up and reached for the hem of her tank top.

Her eyelashes still blocked her view a little, giving the scene a muddled sense of unreality. Nazriya moved in dreamy slow motion, drawing her shirt gradually upwards. The smooth skin of her waist came into view first, then the slightly rounded stomach, then the sheer bra. Sayyesha knew that Nazriya was fond of delicate and expensive lingerie. Finally, Nazriya wiggled her torso to get the top over her shoulders. Her face disappeared for a moment as she extracted her hair. She threw the top in Sayyesha's direction, and Sayyesha caught her breath. But Nazriya didn't notice. Her eyes were on the guy, savoring his reaction as the bra slid off her shoulders.



Nazriya understood the effect her bare breasts were having on the boy. She looked down at him with a knowing smirk. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him. Her breasts touched him first, her hard nipples flattening against the exposed skin of his chest. Their arms went around each other and their lips met again, more urgently this time. Nazriya's hair fell over both of them

Sayyesha tried to control herself, to calm her breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear her? Could they tell she was awake? They were so close – she could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Nazriya had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy's crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto her back. Nazriya giggled and lifted her head up to nibble at his ear.

In response he leaned over and Sayyesha saw his tongue flick out and swirl around one nipple. Nazriya gasped, and something inside Sayyesha melted. A warmth flowed up from her center, making her feel light-headed and faint. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to control the feelings. But her nipples had become painfully hard, and the contact with her arms felt like an electric shock. She subconsciously slid one hand down between her legs.



The man pushed awkwardly at his boxer shorts. He lifted his hips and yanked the waistband until they began to move down, revealing a slim, muscular butt. Sayyesha licked her lips nervously. He finally kicked his shorts off and lay on his side, wearing only his unbuttoned shirt. And then he got out of that as well, and he was completely naked. His dark, wavy hair lapped over his neck, down to where smooth muscles played under his shoulder blades as he pulled Nazriya towards him. His back blocked Sayyesha's view of whatever they were doing.

Nazriya was wearing a thong of some dark-colored material, navy blue or black, so that, from Sayyesha's point of view, she was naked from head to toe except for the thin waistband of her panties. The guy was running his hands along the curve of her bottom and over the backs of her legs.

Sayyesha tried to control herself, to calm her breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear her? Could they tell she was awake? They were so close – she could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Nazriya had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy's crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto her back. Nazriya giggled and lifted her head up to nibble at his ear.



Nazriya's shoulder began moving rhythmically. Sayyesha couldn't see her arm or hand, but she could guess what was happening. She surprised herself by feeling frustrated that the guy's cock was hidden, that she couldn't tell if Nazriya's hand was really sliding along its length. His cock must be very hard by now, Sayyesha thought, slanting out from his body, its tip dark from the blood surging through it

For a moment Sayyesha's thoughts spun out of control. She saw herself pushing her covers aside and going over to Nazriya's bed, offering herself to them and having a threesome about which she had read so often. She closed her eyes tight. What was wrong with her? She wasn't a voyeur. None of this had anything to do with her. If Nazriya wanted to ... to what? Sayyesha shivered. Whoever this guy was, Sayyesha was pretty sure she hadn't seen him before and it was pretty obvious that Nazriya was going to be fucked by him.



Sayyesha's breathing turned ragged. She couldn't help herself. She slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of her panties until they lay against her pussy. Her folds felt swollen, slippery with moisture. Her eyes were wide open now. If Nazriya looked up, she'd surely know that Sayyesha was watching her. It didn't matter now. She felt reckless, wanton, half-wanting Nazriya to notice. Would she invite Sayyesha to join them? She could run her fingers over the guy's butt, touch the smooth skin of his powerful shoulders..