Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Sorry." Ganesh scuffled by. "As you were." He went into the laundry room and closed the door.

"Shit." Shriya looked over her shoulder at her brother and giggled. Her laughter caught on and pretty soon all four of them laughed at the silly middle-aged man that had just walked by the scandal of a lifetime. Still giggling, Shriya went back to kissing Ileana.




"You look so pretty tonight." Krishan felt up Sneha's boobs.

"Thank you, Krishan, but we should stop." Sneha looked around him as the two women made out on the other end of the couch. "My husband will be looking for me. And this feels more than a little odd."

"You said the same thing in the cabin. Remember?" Krishan kissed the wife and mother again and she melted in his hands.

A little while later, the four of them were naked. They had all forgotten that Ganesh was in the next room, even though there was an occasional bang or clank as he worked on the plumbing.

Sneha groaned as she rode Krishan's big cock, her right knee pushing against Ileana's left knee.




Ileana rubbed her vagina on Shriya's left thigh, her hips rocking to the beat of some deeply recessed animalistic call.

"They should ... ugh ... kiss." Krishan looked over at his twin with a dreamy smile.

"Yeah." Shriya returned the smile. "Why don't you ... kiss each other?" When the women riding the twins didn't do anything, she smacked Ileana's wobbling butt. "Come on ... do it."

Nayanthara stood by the door to the laundry room, making sure Ganesh wouldn't interrupt the devolving situation in the basement. She smiled and rubbed her belly. The twins were made for this. The dam created by a millennia of patriarchal rules had burst. And lust flooded out.




"Really?" Ileana looked over at the attractive, sweaty woman as she bounced on Krishan's lap. Sneha's great breasts flopped with every leap her vagina took on that bloated penis. Ileana leaned toward Sneha, her hips still grinding her vagina into Shriya's trim thigh.

"Oh, gosh. I never thought ..." Sneha let the beautiful woman kiss her. It was such a soft, understanding touch of lips and tongue. They kissed some more and Sneha, now grinding the penis deep inside her, let her tongue explore Ileana's mouth. Making out with a woman was wholly unlike kissing Krishan. Sneha felt urgency and aggression from her skinny boyfriend. But with Ileana, it was patience and relish. "Mmmppphhh." Sneha was going to have an orgasm. A big one. While doing the most depraved things.




"Gggggpppphhhhh." Ileana had now kissed three women in that house. And one of them was somehow her girlfriend. She gave herself over to insanity, ready to climax.

"Who ... ugh ... would have thought ... Shriya?" Krishan looked over at his sister past four dangling boobs. He took her hand in his and squeezed.

"We're ... unstoppable, Krish." Shriya squeezed back. She almost laughed at all the boob jiggling between her and Krishan, but she was too close to her own orgasm.

"I'm ... about to ... cum." Krishan pushed his hips up into the grinding woman.

"Cum ... Krish ... cum ..." Shriya's head jerked as an electric orgasm hit her.

The four of them climaxed together on the basement couch as Nayanthara looked on.

After a few minutes, they slowly dressed and made their way back to the party. Sneha hoped her husband was drunk enough not to notice how sweaty and disheveled she was. She'd have to make it up to him later for not being there to kiss him at midnight.




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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.