Fantasy Shradha kapoor odyssey of sex

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manoj was surprised and excited and his cock was the proof of it. It was raging hard and erect through his pants.


Shraddha sat on his cock and placed her wet pussy lips on his tent, "I loved the video."
She had started removing his shirt by then, "Do you think i didn't know that there was a camera in the dressing room?"

Manoj started, "But-"

"I havent had a good fuck in a long time. And you are cute. I liked you when i saw you. Thats the only reason why i entered the shop"

Manoj was confused and hard. He couldn't understand what Shraddha was saying..and all his focus was being pulled to his cock.

"Dont ask any questions right now..all i want is you to suck my pussy baby" she climbed over his head and sat on his face.
Shocked and unable yo say anything Manoj did what he was told.
While he suck the delicious nector lut of her pussy, Shraddha removed her clothes and rode his mouth.

"Aaaahh yess! Ooo eat my pussy darling!"

 

fter five minutes of riding she came in his mouth, the juices over flowing from his mouth.


"Now my turn" she removed his pants and got his cock free. It was swollen to a reddish purple tint..she knew he wouldnt last long in that state and took it in her mouth.

 


With a passion that Manoj had idea of, Shraddha sucked him. It drove him crazy. Sje would go ramdom on his cock. Slow, fast, more fast, slow, fast, very slow..any speed.



When he was abput to cum Shraddha puuled back amd left his cock jerking in the air...precum and saliva flowed like a glacier on it.



Manoj looked at her, still shocked and surprised with the turn of things.

"I want you in my pussy" she said and kissed his lips amd bit them hardly. Pain exploded but her mouth engulfed his groan.



"I want to see that video while you fuck me" she suddenly said.

"What?"

" I want to see me fist my pussy as you fuck my pussy hard"

"I..I dont have it here" he said reluctantly.

"Liar" she pouted and tickled his balls woth one hand and pinched her nipples with another, " you have it in your phone..."



Manoj nodded and agreed.



"And in the shop's computer"



He nodded again.



"And?"



"And..and..."



"Yes baby? Tell me.." saying this she licked his balls with utmost sincerity..

"A pen drive"

"A pen drive? How wonderful! Tell me you have it here! I'll watch the video on the flat screen here!"



"But-"

"Please?? " She licked his shaft then.



"Okay.."
Screeming with delight Shraddha jumped and kissed him hard on the lips.

Manoj got a pen drive from his wallet and plugged it in the flatscreen.

The video started. Shradha climed onto Manoj and impalled herself on him. Again she rode him with unusual paces, not letting him cum. But all the while she was pleasuring herelf. Again moans from the tv and her lips filled the room, only to be interjected with Manoj's grunts.

 

"Oh yes baby... fuck me good and hard. Slam that nicke dick in my pussy!" 

" Oh you are so big Manoj! You are filling me up so good!"
" Oh Manoj! You have made me addicted to you cock! I'll need it everyday"

 

Saying such thing Shraddha kept him on the edge. When she was sure that Manoj will not last any more, she alighted from his cock and started pumping it!



Manoj came like a water pump. Shraddha made sure that the cum fell on his stomach.



As soon as Manoj's cock started becoming hyper sensitive she grabbed it mercilessly and squuezed it!



Unimaginable pain shot through Manoj, his brain already clouded with the intense orgasm. He shouted and tried to get up but Shraddha's tightened her grip more and Manoj fell back on the bed.



Quick like a panther, Shraddha jumped on the bed, still grabbing the cock, now her nails were piercing into the soft limp organ, she scooped up Manoj's phone and in one swing smashed it on the wall.
She twisted the cock, making Manoj howl.

"Saale bhadve! Tere ko laga tu mujhe blackmail karega? Randi ki aulad? Madarchod!" She let go off the cock and stood in a moment and kicked it hard.

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.