18-12-2023, 01:57 AM
UPDATE 6
Recap -
She felt a warm breath near her ear and a dominating whisper “Aslam” and then she heard the gate behind her got closed.As soon as it did, she got up straight, her nighty conceal her nakedness again, she picked the note, a phone number was written on it and a side note which says “agar zaroorat ho to call karna”. She understand everything, his tormentor name was “Aslam” and he gave his number. But the feeling of being cheated and the associated pain was still intact in her heart.
Part A
Few days passed since that shameful incident, Kriti can’t forget that humiliating experience and vow not to repeat it ever at any cost. But despite her logical thinking her lustful desires was hard to control, her pussy kept itiching several times a day but she somehow abstained herself from giving pussy the hard scratches.
One evening she was getting ready to attend a party organized by a famous bollywood producer commonly known as GAY (#wink), she wear a ravishing gown, which displays her long chiseled legs.
She was giving final touches to her makeup, when her beloved baby sister entered the room, the lil sanon also looking titillating in her dress.
NUPUR SANON
Ready?
Kriti nodded in agreement. Both the Sanon Sisters came to the parking where the driver opened the door, both of them sited in the car and the car left for the party. During the travel, Nupur was a complete chatterbox while Kriti was lost in her own thoughts. Soon both the Sanon sisters reached the venue, as soon as they exit the car, the paparazzi’s started taking the pictures of both the sisters, that shows the stardom of the Kriti Sanon.
Kriti Sanon smiled in her usual twinkly way, which she had practiced 1000’s of hours in private, not to reveal the true feeling in public. She waived her hand towards the paparazzi’s, as soon as she was going to turn for the entrance, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw someone with the scarf same as her tormentor in the crowd, she stopped momentarily and looked with attention, but his beloved tormentor was not there.
She felt sad no to found him there, Kriti was trying her very best to forget about him, but more she tried to do that more it was painful for her to do so. Somehow, her tormentor (Aslam) lit something libidinous inside her. She entered the party and meet with her fellow stars with the usual blissful way. After the causal meet up, she went towards the bar to fetch her some drink, she was going to collect the drink from the bartender but to her utter shock, she saw it was Aslam who was handing over the drink, she couldn’t believe her eyes and blinked quickly, and was relieved to know that the bartender was someone else.
She couldn’t believe that she was hallucinating about the person who humiliated her to the extreme on that mortifying night. But she can’t help it, her body not listing to her anymore, she somehow needed his touch again on her greedy pussy, in her chain of thoughts, she remembered about the note that he gave her on that night in the stingy room and asked her to “call” if “needed” anything.
She clearly knows what he meant by “needed”, but she didn’t want to felt that shame again, because she was a famous, pro feminist, top notch actress, who has a reputation to maintain, she was no cheap hooker who can be swayed in lasciviousness.
She chatted with her fellow stars just to distract her mind from ASLAM. Soon she felt the need to take a leak, she went towards the washroom, she entered the washroom, lift her gown, lowered her expensive thong and start peeing. While peeing reminiscence about that day with Aslam on the shooting location in the public washroom.
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her naughty pussy started shivering with temptation for a hard finger fuck, right then and there. Kriti Sanon, the top notch actress tried to fight the feeling but the lustful feeling was overpowering her with each passing seconds. Then all hell break loose, if someone was to witness the scene in that washroom, that scene would forever imprint in their minds till there last breath.
Kriti Sanon was acting like a sexually mad woman, her thong can be seen in the corner of washroom, gown over her waist, her long slender legs up in air wide open in V position, 3 fingers deep down her unchaste pussy, sweat dripping from face, tongue out like a BITCH, and a perverted sexually smile glorifying the whore inside her.
She grunted like a wild animal in the height of pleasure, both the pupil of her eyes hidden, the pace of finger fuck increasing with each passing second, soon we witness the disbelieving sight of 4 of her fingers in the pussy, the pussy elasticity was tested to the extreme.
A moment later the knock on the washroom door can be heard, shows someone was outside the washroom, but Kriti Sanon cared less, her only focus was on her release, she wanted to cum from the depth of her depraved womanhood. Soon we witness her mumbling something, by carefully listing her gibberish started making sesne, she was chanting ‘Aslam, Aslammmm, Aslammmmm...’ in the heights of delight.
Then a jet of naughty juice left her pussy, and the piled up sexual stress depart and a satiated grin was can be seen on her face, and slowly she drifted in pleasurable slumber.
To be continued...
Recap -
She felt a warm breath near her ear and a dominating whisper “Aslam” and then she heard the gate behind her got closed.As soon as it did, she got up straight, her nighty conceal her nakedness again, she picked the note, a phone number was written on it and a side note which says “agar zaroorat ho to call karna”. She understand everything, his tormentor name was “Aslam” and he gave his number. But the feeling of being cheated and the associated pain was still intact in her heart.
Part A
Few days passed since that shameful incident, Kriti can’t forget that humiliating experience and vow not to repeat it ever at any cost. But despite her logical thinking her lustful desires was hard to control, her pussy kept itiching several times a day but she somehow abstained herself from giving pussy the hard scratches.
One evening she was getting ready to attend a party organized by a famous bollywood producer commonly known as GAY (#wink), she wear a ravishing gown, which displays her long chiseled legs.
She was giving final touches to her makeup, when her beloved baby sister entered the room, the lil sanon also looking titillating in her dress.
NUPUR SANON
Ready?
Kriti nodded in agreement. Both the Sanon Sisters came to the parking where the driver opened the door, both of them sited in the car and the car left for the party. During the travel, Nupur was a complete chatterbox while Kriti was lost in her own thoughts. Soon both the Sanon sisters reached the venue, as soon as they exit the car, the paparazzi’s started taking the pictures of both the sisters, that shows the stardom of the Kriti Sanon.
Kriti Sanon smiled in her usual twinkly way, which she had practiced 1000’s of hours in private, not to reveal the true feeling in public. She waived her hand towards the paparazzi’s, as soon as she was going to turn for the entrance, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw someone with the scarf same as her tormentor in the crowd, she stopped momentarily and looked with attention, but his beloved tormentor was not there.
She felt sad no to found him there, Kriti was trying her very best to forget about him, but more she tried to do that more it was painful for her to do so. Somehow, her tormentor (Aslam) lit something libidinous inside her. She entered the party and meet with her fellow stars with the usual blissful way. After the causal meet up, she went towards the bar to fetch her some drink, she was going to collect the drink from the bartender but to her utter shock, she saw it was Aslam who was handing over the drink, she couldn’t believe her eyes and blinked quickly, and was relieved to know that the bartender was someone else.
She couldn’t believe that she was hallucinating about the person who humiliated her to the extreme on that mortifying night. But she can’t help it, her body not listing to her anymore, she somehow needed his touch again on her greedy pussy, in her chain of thoughts, she remembered about the note that he gave her on that night in the stingy room and asked her to “call” if “needed” anything.
She clearly knows what he meant by “needed”, but she didn’t want to felt that shame again, because she was a famous, pro feminist, top notch actress, who has a reputation to maintain, she was no cheap hooker who can be swayed in lasciviousness.
She chatted with her fellow stars just to distract her mind from ASLAM. Soon she felt the need to take a leak, she went towards the washroom, she entered the washroom, lift her gown, lowered her expensive thong and start peeing. While peeing reminiscence about that day with Aslam on the shooting location in the public washroom.
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her naughty pussy started shivering with temptation for a hard finger fuck, right then and there. Kriti Sanon, the top notch actress tried to fight the feeling but the lustful feeling was overpowering her with each passing seconds. Then all hell break loose, if someone was to witness the scene in that washroom, that scene would forever imprint in their minds till there last breath.
Kriti Sanon was acting like a sexually mad woman, her thong can be seen in the corner of washroom, gown over her waist, her long slender legs up in air wide open in V position, 3 fingers deep down her unchaste pussy, sweat dripping from face, tongue out like a BITCH, and a perverted sexually smile glorifying the whore inside her.
She grunted like a wild animal in the height of pleasure, both the pupil of her eyes hidden, the pace of finger fuck increasing with each passing second, soon we witness the disbelieving sight of 4 of her fingers in the pussy, the pussy elasticity was tested to the extreme.
A moment later the knock on the washroom door can be heard, shows someone was outside the washroom, but Kriti Sanon cared less, her only focus was on her release, she wanted to cum from the depth of her depraved womanhood. Soon we witness her mumbling something, by carefully listing her gibberish started making sesne, she was chanting ‘Aslam, Aslammmm, Aslammmmm...’ in the heights of delight.
Then a jet of naughty juice left her pussy, and the piled up sexual stress depart and a satiated grin was can be seen on her face, and slowly she drifted in pleasurable slumber.
To be continued...
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