Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"We should ... ah ... ah ... start talking about names." Krishan grabbed her hips and got into a good rhythm.

"Ooohhhhh. You want ... to name ... the baby?" Hansika marveled at how loud the clock was.




"It is ... mine ..." Krishan could hear the clock strike midnight. The muffled sound of the crowd cheering filtered in from the living room. The house swam around him as he pumped her harder. He leaned forward, grabbed her blond hair, and twisted her head sideways so he could give her the traditional midnight kiss.

"It is ... yes." And suddenly she was kissing Krishan over her shoulder, as the clock turned one year into the next. Last New Year's, she'd mostly pitied Krishan. Now she pitied her husband. Karun was just a few rooms away, but he was a universe away in her mind. The world around her blurred as pleasure took hold of her body.

When the clock finished chiming, Krishan broke the kiss. He still felt the vibrations moving through the room. "You're mine. But I'll loan you to my brother."

"Yes." Hansika shuddered, her orgasm almost upon her. "The baby's yours. I'm yours. Forever, Krish."

Krishan still held her hair, but gave her a little slack as she came on his dick. He hoped she wasn't being too loud. He didn't want to alert any of the guests to their activities.




Behind the mating couple, Nayanthara looked on, rubbing her round belly. This would be the year. A warm bright smile spread across her pretty lips. The clock was almost worth it. Almost. She watched them copulate for a while longer and vanished right after Krishan emptied himself deep inside Hansika.

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"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"It's almost midnight." Shriya looked over at her brother and winked. "Keep the drink, Krish." She took Anu Emmanuel's hand and led her out of the room. "I want to show you something." Shriya led Anu Emmanuel upstairs, giving her friend's butt a little smack as Anu Emmanuel climbed ahead of Shriya.

"Shriya." Anu Emmanuel looked back at her friend and smiled. "Hands off the merchandise."




"You saving yourself for my brother?" Shriya gave her butt another light smack as they crested the stairs. She pulled Anu Emmanuel playfully over to a sofa hiding in the shadows of the open living room. The sofa was positioned to look out a grand window, taking in the snowy fields around the house. A perfect spot.

"Don't tease." Anu Emmanuel sat down next to Shriya and put her head on her friend's shoulder. "Obviously. You know I like him." Anu Emmanuel had the strangest sense that something very good had already happened with Krishan, but couldn't quite remember what it was.

"And what about me?" Shriya looked out over the moonlit snow. She put an arm around Anu Emmanuel's narrow shoulders. The clock tick-tocked louder. It sounded like it was right behind them, but of course that wasn't so.

"You're my friend." Anu Emmanuel's shoulders tensed a little under Shriya's arm. "I ... um ... I'm not into girls." The clock ponderously struck midnight with deep, musical notes. Anu Emmanuel could hear the crowd cheering down in the living room. The house shook a little and moved ... unnaturally. Was it actually moving?




"Kiss me, I might surprise you." Shriya put her finger on Anu Emmanuel's delicate chin and turned her pretty face toward Shriya's waiting lips. As one year changed into a new one, she slipped her tongue into Anu Emmanuel's mouth. For a horrifying second, Shriya thought Anu Emmanuel really wasn't into girls, and she'd made a huge mistake. But the girl in her arms softened, her tongue became playful, and she kissed Shriya back.

"Mmmppphhhh." Anu Emmanuel gave into the make-out session. She really had thought she wasn't into girls, but Shriya quickly changed her mind. She even let Shriya's hand snake its way up and cup Anu Emmanuel's left boob. It felt so good.



Shriya broke the make-out session and kissed her way over to Anu Emmanuel's ear. She nibbled on it and looked out at the snow. She could see a woman looking up at her from the cold outside. The woman was clearly pregnant and wearing a long, Victorian dress. Shriya waved down to Nayanthara as Anu Emmanuel squirmed and squealed at Shriya's tongue in her ear. Nayanthara waved back to Shriya.