Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

The library was where he finally found Hansika. She was sitting in an armchair and looking at the old faded wallpaper above the bookshelves.

Krishan entered the room. "Hansika?"



"Jeez." Hansika gave a start and looked over at him. "You surprised me, Krishan." Her eyes were red from crying and she had a far-off expression as she watched him approach. Black mascara ran down her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Krishan stopped next to her chair. He put his hands behind his back and clasped them. He could feel how sweaty his palms were.

"I thought Karun was coming for me, but it was you. Karun can be so stupid." Hansika waved her hand dismissively at Krishan, but accidently brushed the bulge in his pants with her wedding ring. "Oh, sorry." She pulled her hand back like it had been bitten by a snake.

"It's okay." But it wasn't. Krishan could feel his dick swelling. "It was an accident."

Like iron to a magnet, Hansika's eyes locked in on the bulge in Krishan's pants. "It's so odd. You're so different from your brother. In every way."

"How so?" Krishan's breath came in short gasps. He looked down at her ample cleavage, exposed from his angle standing above her.



"Just that. That's all." Hansika caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She saw Nayanthara reenter the library and shut the door behind her. "Krishan. I don't mean to alarm you, but there's a strange woman in here with us. I think I'm dreaming. I had the strangest dream last night, and now here I am again. I must have fallen asleep in this chair."

Krishan looked over his shoulder. "That's just. Nayanthara. She's friendly, don't worry." He made eye contact with Nayanthara and nodded encouragement at him. Krishan knew what that meant. He had a chance with Hansika. His anxiety spiked as he thought about his mother's disapproval and Karun's probable homicidal reaction. Nayanthara nodded again and gave him a smile that filled him with confidence. It would be okay. His anxiety melted away.



"Oh, silly me." Hansika giggled. She watched Nayanthara find a seat on the other side of the room and then she looked back at Krishan's pants. "Since this is a dream, can I get another look at it? Ever since we all saw it that one day, I just keep ... wondering ..."

"This isn't a dream." Krishan unclasped his hands and unbuttoned his pants. His trembling fingers made the task difficult, but he managed it and dropped his pants.

"That's just what a dream would say." Hansika giggled again. She reached out and flipped his blue tie over his shoulder. then pulled down his underwear. She gasped when she beheld the rigid dick that sprung out. "I ... I knew it was big ... but ... oh my God." She reached out a finger to touch the purple head. It was spongy, yet firm. She withdrew her finger and looked at the white mark she'd made there quickly disappear. Clear liquid dribbled from his little hole. So much precum. "It looks so ... aggressive. I wonder what it looks like in real life." She leaned back in her chair. "Okay, that's enough. You can put it away now."

"Really?" Krishan pressed his lips together in disappointment.

"I promised you a taste," Nayanthara said from across the room. "Have your taste, dearie."



"Um ... even in a dream ... I don't think I should." But she leaned over and licked the head with her tongue. It was salty, warm, and ... powerful. Before she knew it, she had the whole head in her mouth, swirling her tongue round and round.

"You grab a bull by the horns, ." Nayanthara reclined in her seat, the slightest smile touching her pink lips. "You grab young Krishan by the ..."

With the head still in her mouth, Hansika reached out and took hold of Krishan's balls. "Uuuuuuuggggghhhh." She was surprised by their size and weight. How much cum did he have stored in there? Hansika's shoulders shuddered as she thought about what it would be like to find out.

"You're so perfect, Hansika. Why do you always take Karun's side?" Krishan looked down into her pretty face and watched her blue eyes look up at him. Her eyes went wide and she froze, her little nostrils flaring.

Making eye contact with her brother-in-law was frightful because in that moment she realized this wasn't a dream at all. She was really sucking on Krishan's cock. She held his actual balls between her fingers. She spit the cockhead out of her mouth and let go of his testicles. "Oh, god. I didn't mean to. Karun is my husband, Krishan. Oh, shit. I thought I was dreaming."



"Don't stop, Hansika." Krishan looked down at his dick, glistening in the afternoon light with her saliva. "I'm sorry I mentioned Karun."