Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Wait just a second, he -" Krishan fell back on the bed as her frigid hands pushed on his bare chest.

"But fear not, young one." Nayanthara lifted her nightgown to her waist and straddled Krishan. "I will teach you all that you must know. Now, seize my bosom."

"What?" Krishan looked up at her in confusion.

"Demonstrate your longing. Take my breasts in your hands and maul them, dearie." She smiled sweetly down at him, like she'd asked him to fetch her an ice cream.

"I'm not supposed to. I shouldn't have even pulled your hair that one time. I mean, I want to, but it's not right." Krishan stared at her with wide eyes.

"Don't make me cross." Nayanthara's face darkened and her smile evaporated. Suddenly looking quite formidable, she swung her right hand and struck Krishan's left cheek with her open palm. The sound of the slap reverberated around the room. "Do as I ask."

"Yes, Nayanthara." Krishan's cheek burned. He resolved not to disappoint Nayanthara again. "Like this?" He reached up and massaged her boobs, tugging a pulling. They were so full and supple, and so cold.



"I can see I'll have to be patient. You are such a tender soul." Nayanthara sighed and a little half-smile returned to her lips. The darkness had passed. "You have the tools, dearie. But you have much to learn. We'll take small steps." She reached under her and pulled his boxers down to his thighs. "But I don't mean to only reprimand you on your day of glory. You may have your reward." She grasped his throbbing cock and slid it into her vagina. The rod was so warm, and it filled her with the most wonderful heat. "Let me guide you a little." She reached down and took his hands in hers. She placed his small hands on her rocking hips. "You sat there like a lump while your mother did all the work. You may think that your prodigious bludgeon is enough for any woman on its own. But that is not so."

"I don't want to ... uh ... uh ... hurt anyone." Krishan grunted as her frigid pussy clamped on his dick.

"Never fear ... oooohhhhhh ... I ask only that you hold me with some urgency at this time. Women yearn to be needed." Nayanthara sped up her hips. She pulled her nightgown over her head, exposing her pale skin to the moonlight. "All women want to be kneaded." She tossed the nightgown to the floor. The round mounds of her boobs and belly shook with the effort of her coupling. "Evidence to a woman your desire by releasing your manly nature. Continue your practice on me. Now."



"Okay." Krishan sat up so that he could reach around and cup her butt. He pressed hard into her icy flesh and massaged each cheek.

"Yeesssssss." Nayanthara cherished the feeling of his thin chest pushing against her belly. They fit together perfectly. The young gentleman and the mature lady, both at the height of vitality. "You need no permission. Win my heart through my body, as a ruffian would. Take what you want. This is what a woman wants. This is what your mother wants."

"I ... uh ... uh ... understand." Krishan's pleasure built as the pale woman undulated on his lap. He leaned forward, without asking, and pressed his lips to the chill of her breasts. He softly nibbled at the supple nipple between his teeth.

"That's it, dearie," Nayanthara hissed. She cradled his head in her hands, running her fingers through his blond hair. "Take ... take ... take ... all that I offer. And then push me to offer more."

"Mmmmmmmmm." Krishan sucked on the nipple and cold, sweet milk flowed into his mouth. He gulped the intoxicating drink down. His hands gripped her firm butt, pressing her onto his dick with each forward churn of her hips.



Nayanthara rode Krishan like that for a long time. She cooed and grunted as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, taking her milk from her. Eventually, she felt the spasms in his thighs and hips. He was ready. "Now it's ... oooohhhhh ... your turn to give, Krish. Fill me with your infernal seed."

Krishan barely heard her words, he was so lost in the ecstasy of the moment. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." He unloaded inside the apparition's pussy, convulsing with each shot of cum. When he was done and coming down from his high, he found that he'd already been tucked into bed. He was so tired. He looked up to see the naked redhead lean over him and give him a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight," Krishan said and closed his eyes.



"Goodnight, my prince," Nayanthara whispered. "May you conquer many in your dreams." She straightened up and smiled down at the boy as he drifted into sleep. And she, herself, drifted off, too, disappearing from the room like dust on the wind.

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