18-12-2023, 01:59 AM
UPDATE 8
Part A
Few days had passed from that shameful incidence, but aslam didn’t contact her; during the last few days her mind roam around her slutty act on the unfortunate night; how she succumb to depravity of her mind and did the unimaginable. But even after all the logical argument given by her mind, her body still liked the act to the core.
Every night from that day onward, Kriti ritual had changed, she anxiously wait for aslam call till midnight, and after that she played her own perverted recorded video on her big room television, and finger herself to unconsciousness, her room was becoming a big pile of mess, bedsheet crumbled like 1000 round of sex, things scattered around like the scene of aftermath of a war; because she roam around her room for finger fuck, her sex hungry mind asked her to do finger fucking on every corner of the room, which results in scattering of things.
A pussy water aroma could be smelled in her room; she banished the maid from entering her room, as she liked that dirty pussy aroma, and wanted the aroma wrapped around her when she performed the starved act of cunt screwing every night.
Kriti wait for Aslam call was killing her, she tried several times on his number but every time it showed his phone switched off; a doubt started forming in her mind, what if she was not good enough for him? What if she didn’t act as slutty as he wanted? a sense of insecurity was engulfing her. She was becoming delusional, like she has to satisfy a low class man needs because if she didn’t her body wants can’t be satiated. In desperation to prove her sluttiness she purchased extremely skimpy clothes for the expected next show, she made up her mind of leaving no stone unturned in sluttiness the next he would call.
But her wait becoming longer with each passing day, due to the severe finger fucking, the filty smell of her room started leaking into the living room area, which was caught by her beloved lil sister Nupur, but she didn’t bring it up with Kriti. Now during her self pleasuring sessions, the fingers were replaced by cucumber, egg plant etc, although she had the money to buy the expensive dildo, but using these cheap alternatives gave her kick like no dildo could do.
Every morning a lot of soaked cucumber and egg plant could be seen lying around the bed, which symbolized the late night wild sessions of Kriti Sanon, but all her efforts were insufficient for the deep itch between her legs, she knew the itch could only be scratched by her beloved tormentor Aslam.
On one fortunate day, when she was getting ready for her daily self pleasure ritual, after waiting for Aslam call till midnight, her phone rang; a hopeful gaze could be seen on her face, she ran towards her phone like a possessed woman, like her life somewhat depends on the phone call.
She looked the screen, a jovial smile erupted on the lips, she quickly picked the call.
KRITI SANON
Aslam, kha the tum? Phone kyu nahi kiya? Pata hai mujhe kitne yaad aa rahi thi?
She was asking questions like aslam was her lover, and she couldn’t handle his cold behavior. But aslam didn’t said a word, she desperately wanted to listen his voice, but he was mute for 2 minutes, she started introspecting, did she said something offensive to aslam? I should apologize to him; I don’t know my crime but I would do it anyway.
KRITI SANON
Sorry aslma ji, mujhe maaf kar dijiye, mere se galti ho gai, please please mujhe maaf kar dijiye
She was apologising without knowing her crime, it denoted the downfall of a rich actress to the level of a bimbo bitch.
She heard a chortle from the other side, and then a big laugh erupted by aslam.
Part A
Few days had passed from that shameful incidence, but aslam didn’t contact her; during the last few days her mind roam around her slutty act on the unfortunate night; how she succumb to depravity of her mind and did the unimaginable. But even after all the logical argument given by her mind, her body still liked the act to the core.
Every night from that day onward, Kriti ritual had changed, she anxiously wait for aslam call till midnight, and after that she played her own perverted recorded video on her big room television, and finger herself to unconsciousness, her room was becoming a big pile of mess, bedsheet crumbled like 1000 round of sex, things scattered around like the scene of aftermath of a war; because she roam around her room for finger fuck, her sex hungry mind asked her to do finger fucking on every corner of the room, which results in scattering of things.
A pussy water aroma could be smelled in her room; she banished the maid from entering her room, as she liked that dirty pussy aroma, and wanted the aroma wrapped around her when she performed the starved act of cunt screwing every night.
Kriti wait for Aslam call was killing her, she tried several times on his number but every time it showed his phone switched off; a doubt started forming in her mind, what if she was not good enough for him? What if she didn’t act as slutty as he wanted? a sense of insecurity was engulfing her. She was becoming delusional, like she has to satisfy a low class man needs because if she didn’t her body wants can’t be satiated. In desperation to prove her sluttiness she purchased extremely skimpy clothes for the expected next show, she made up her mind of leaving no stone unturned in sluttiness the next he would call.
But her wait becoming longer with each passing day, due to the severe finger fucking, the filty smell of her room started leaking into the living room area, which was caught by her beloved lil sister Nupur, but she didn’t bring it up with Kriti. Now during her self pleasuring sessions, the fingers were replaced by cucumber, egg plant etc, although she had the money to buy the expensive dildo, but using these cheap alternatives gave her kick like no dildo could do.
Every morning a lot of soaked cucumber and egg plant could be seen lying around the bed, which symbolized the late night wild sessions of Kriti Sanon, but all her efforts were insufficient for the deep itch between her legs, she knew the itch could only be scratched by her beloved tormentor Aslam.
On one fortunate day, when she was getting ready for her daily self pleasure ritual, after waiting for Aslam call till midnight, her phone rang; a hopeful gaze could be seen on her face, she ran towards her phone like a possessed woman, like her life somewhat depends on the phone call.
She looked the screen, a jovial smile erupted on the lips, she quickly picked the call.
KRITI SANON
Aslam, kha the tum? Phone kyu nahi kiya? Pata hai mujhe kitne yaad aa rahi thi?
She was asking questions like aslam was her lover, and she couldn’t handle his cold behavior. But aslam didn’t said a word, she desperately wanted to listen his voice, but he was mute for 2 minutes, she started introspecting, did she said something offensive to aslam? I should apologize to him; I don’t know my crime but I would do it anyway.
KRITI SANON
Sorry aslma ji, mujhe maaf kar dijiye, mere se galti ho gai, please please mujhe maaf kar dijiye
She was apologising without knowing her crime, it denoted the downfall of a rich actress to the level of a bimbo bitch.
She heard a chortle from the other side, and then a big laugh erupted by aslam.
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