Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Half way home, the rain gods unleashed their fury again and this time he was drenched to the bone. The chilly air and the rain made him shiver as he raced his bike through the hinterlands. He somehow managed to dodge the potholes and muddy streams and reach home safe and sound. He parked his bike and stood there in the rains contemplating what will he say to her.

She heard his bike and her heart skipped a beat. She froze in her place taking stock of her emotions and most importantly her physical state. Was she appropriately dressed? She quickly tidied herself up. She thought she had time till morning to fathom her act and come to terms with it. However, Prakash's arrival had spin her world for the moment. She had a deadpanned expression on her face but her mind was working in a fury. She hurried out, to the entrance of the house and stood there frozen in her tracks and her thought, again contemplating what to do with her contradicting frame of mind. She did not know how to react when he will walk in.



She loved him a lot but she could not back track on the path she had treaded. The vulgarity of her act had kindled a fire that had engulfed her old self and bent her morality beyond repair. At that point of time, she had no more control on her emotions or thoughts when she saw him at the door looking at her with his bloodshot eyes. He was drenched to the bones and his silhouette looked scary yet homely. He was looking at her from top to bottom and was about to ask her about her soiled clothes when she ran towards him pasted her lips on his before he could react.

He was pleased to see her after the torturous journey back home. But when he laid his eyes on her, he was surprised to see that her clothes were soiled. He was about to ask her about the reason behind her current state when she came rushing towards him and grabbed his face to plant her lips on his. He was completely taken aback for a moment. But the intensity of her kiss made him forget all of it. It was like she was pouring all her emotions that she wanted to convey and all her words that she wanted to say.



Keeping his doubts at ease he picked her up walked inside, their lips still locked with all the fervour both of them could muster.

On their way inside both of them discarded their wet and soiled clothes and hungrily kissed each other. There was an animalistic manner in which they felt each other up. Groping and scratching each other like wild beasts caught in heat. Without a doubt, this was the most passionate foreplay either of them were experiencing and there was no end to their passion that had ignited tonight. Neither knew how where they had felt each other up or how dishelveled they looked.



Before Prakash could realize, Aishwarya had pushed him on the floor and was sitting on his crotch with her legs on either side of his thighs. She looked dead in his eyes and grabbed his tool and put it on her entrance. She slowly lowered herself on him wincing with every centimetre it explored her depths. He cringed in pleasure as he entered. It is not that they had not done this before. Both of them were very enterprising in bed. But today she looked and felt different and he was not going to be the one complaining. She slowly started rocking with his tool in her giving and gaining pleasure.



Around midnight, he woke up with a start only to realise that he was alone and naked. He started questioning his memory. Was this all a dream? Was she really here? Did they really copulate? For a simpleton, these questions put his mind in a frenzy. All he could think of was the past few hours. The images that were flashing through his eyes were that of his huge frame atop her sleek ones. The contrast in their skin tones amongst other things. The way her body moved rhythmically to each stroke of his. The way her face contorted in pleasure. The way her back arched against the ground and into his body when she came. The tears rolling down the side of her face in immense pleasure. But most importantly it was her guttural moan that was ringing in his ears incessantly.