Fantasy Shraddha Kapoor stories

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Manoj doubled up and screemed. Before he could react Shraddha kicked his face twice and then again a kick to the cock.

"Bhenchod! Sala chutiya!"
"Bhosdi ka! Madarchod!"
"Mera video banayega? Mera ? Bhenchod sala!"
"Chinnal ki aulad!"



Shraddha saw a thick water jug on the bedside table and snatched it.
With an inhuman rage she hit manoj with it on his chest. With one penultimate hit of the jug to the jaw she rendered him wasted.



She looked at the pathetic piece of human waste and kicked his balls one last time.

Manoj almost blacked out. With lightening quick reflexes Shraddha got dressed again, took the pen drive from the flatscreen and exited the room. All within 15 seconds. She hung a do not disturb placard outside the door.

She hurried to the parking and drove away in her car as fast as possible.

She drove straight towards Juhu and once there she threw the pen drive in the sea.

She stopped only after she was in a quite residential lane.
Her body shook uncontrollably. Tears ran down her cheek and tremors wrecked her body. With trembling hands she dialled a call.

"Kaam ho gaya?"
"Haan"
"Baki ke paise transfer karti hu"
She cut the call and made a transaction from one of her hidden Cayman Island bank accounts.

With that she felt the tension release from her. She felt light headed and elevated.
She giggled and laughed silently.
And suddenly she realised that her pussy was wet! Her nipples hard! As very well known warmth spread in her crotch!

Her hands quickly snaked to her pussy! It was soaping wet!
Whatever had happened before she hit Manoj had affected her too.
She could see flashes of her video on the flatscreen as Manoj pistoned her pussy!

With two fingers from each hand she started fucking her pussy! Moans and echoes and flashes filled her mind! The ecstacy of being like a pornstar! Manoj's cock as it ravaged her pussy!



Her fingers worked hard and fast and she came like an avalanche! She had to uffle her own mouth with a hand to stop the screem!

As the orgasm subsided she sat right there till she had regaimed enough energy. She made her clothes proper and drove home.

The DVD was still in the player. And she looked forward to it.

Next day, the news channels and newspapers carried a story.
a fire in a shop in a mall. There was nothing left in the shop. How the fire broke out, or why the sprinklers didnt activate, there was no clue.

Also in others stories, Shraddha Kapoor was seen stepping out in style and raising the temperature of the town!

One small article on the 13th page told about a man found beaten, naked and unconscious at The St. Regis Hotel.