21-08-2022, 07:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 21-08-2022, 07:04 PM by Devilmaycry. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
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After Ashish disappeared inside the washroom, Shilpa sat on the couch, leaning against the backrest.Her gaze was locked on the washroom door.
She is afraid of what might happen between her lover and husband but is also immensely turned on. Her lover's perverse way of stealing her from her husband makes her nipples tighten and tingle.
The clock ticks above her head on the wall and her imaginations about Ashish bullying her dangerous, murderous husband inside the washroom run wild.
A thrill spirals down her spine, and she squirms on the couch. She feels an untameable urge to touch her pussy.
Time flows slowly, and so does her married slit. It slowly drips out the juices of her fantasy. A warm glow rises, and the ache inside her pussy becomes unbearable.
Shilpa's hand slithers down her body and finds her weeping pussy between her legs.
She hesitates, gently rubbing her soaked mound. She sighs and gasps, amazed by how turned on she is. She feels wicked for bearing such ill thoughts about her husband, but her two fingers slide inside her drenched pussy. She mewls. Her pussy welcomes her slender fingers with clenches.
Then she hears Mahesh's agonizing scream.
Instead of getting concerned, Shilpa bites her lips and increases the pace of her fingering. All she could do was grip her pussy around her crooked fingers. She knows this is wrong, but she loves this heated obscenity, and so does her shameless pussy.
When Ashish came out of the washroom, she was already rolling her eyes in intense sensations flowing throughout her body;her other hand was fondling her boobs and her toes were curling inwards.
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A moment of pause. Two lovers examine each other. He is hard, his elongated cock is hanging, painfully bearing the burden of his arousal, and She is soppy wet, flushing her body with excitement.
Shilpa immediately withdraws her fingers from her swelled-up pussy out of sheer guilt.
A sly smirk appears on Ashish's lips, and he strolls toward her.
Shilpa's voice trembles as she speaks, looking fearfully at him,"It is not what you think."
Her thighs are still parted. Ashish looks at her from above and pushes two fingers inside her saturated pussy with ease.
Shilpa moans,"Ahhhh..." but lies, "I was not...ahhhh..." her needy lusty cunt pulls his inspecting fingers deep in her heat.
Her pussy aches in dark thoughts noticing the reddened plam of her lover's hand. He is using the same hand, which just made her husband squeal like a bitch to explore her molten betrayal.
Shilpa's mind gets shattered, Ashish's balls now become literally and figuratively more hung than her husband for her, and she wants the seed from those hung balls inside her womb. 'Baby fever' swallows her mind again.
Ashish dips his fingers in that twitching overflowing hole; he can feel the ass plug inside her anal cavity while grazing his fingers along her thin pussy wall.
He states in a lover's low pitch voice, watching her needy eyes and listening to her musical moans, "I get it. You like it when I bully him 'cause we hate each other, and we were friends once. Your pussy likes to weep for that tragedy."
Shilpa sobs buckling her hips,"No...ohhhhhh.." an orgasm crashes her body, and she lies,"Nooooo...not...ufffff...true....ahhhhhh"
Ashish declares, whispering, "It is alright. You are fucked up.I am also a fucked up person. Let's do some fucked up shit." and his fingers continue to make Shilpa throb in intense sensation as the orgasmic nectars pulses out of her pussy. She writhes, clutching her own swelled-up tits.
Shilpa looks away, still lying, "Noooo......it feeels sooo...noo....ahhhh." and feeling sheer guilt for harboring such fantasy while her hips dance in the air following the movements of her lover's fingers inside her fluttering pussy.
Ashish withdraws his fingers. Sticky cuntal juices stringing from those.
"Look at me ." He demands, and Shilpa does.
She stares at him with her glassy eyes, asking for forgiveness from her future husband.
"Live, don't just survive in fear," Ashish utters and kisses her pussy lips with utter ferocity, grabbing her tiny, helically twisting waist.
Shilpa arches her body, moaning softly. Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her entire body up in the air as if she were weightless.
Shilpa gasps in shock, and holding her waist, he places her leaking pussy over his mouth.
He is standing on the floor, supporting her body by cupping her thick ass globes, and she is sitting above his mouth, feeding him her liquid desires.
He munches on her throbbing clit, making Shilpa face the washroom door directly. He makes her pussy spasm putting her in an utterly helpless position, boasting his masculine strength while forcing her to feel the shame of defiling her marriage by holding her in a fixed position in the air from where she can imagine if the washroom door wasn't there, she and Mahesh would be staring at each other right now.
Soon, the room is filled with her high notes, her mind is awash, goosebumps rising 'n dying, and her worries are forgotten.
smack!!!
Ashish slaps her ass with the same hand he abused Mahesh, and Shilpa lewdly approves,"You are....oofffff....so bad."
Ashish chuckles from below on her doused pussy.
Smack!!!
"Unhhhhhh.." Shilpa's horny reaction followed, enjoying the sting on her ass flesh as she held onto his shoulders to balance.
Ashish dips his nose and lips into the scent of her trembling arousal, sucking her entire vulva while looking at her ecstatic face from below.
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Shilpa dances in the air, twisting her hips, caressing her lover's hairs and blasting into a series of thigh-shaking orgasms shaming her marriage. She rides his face grinding her pussy, she rides for pleasure, she rides for her kinky fantasy, she rides for her lover's victory, she rides to live her life again.
smack!! Smack!!! smack!!!
Inside the washroom, an abused Mahesh crawls away from the door getting away from the carnal animalistic moans his wife is now producing. He gets settled inside the shower cubicle.
The whole situation becomes a matter of LIPS -Ashish using his greedy persistent lips to smooch Shilpa's engorged silken wet nether lips, while her upper lips constantly announce the triumph of her lover with lewd moans and inside the washroom is another LIP-'the least important person' in her life right now, her husband.
They are prisoners of their dreams, prisoners of their ambitions, prisoners of their kinks, prisoners of deeds, prisoners of their ego, prisoners of their past, prisoners for their love, prisoners for their hate, prisoners for their future... prisoners searching for freedom. The more they search for it, the more cages surround them.
**********************************(End of Chapter 44 ,Part1)*************************************************
After Ashish disappeared inside the washroom, Shilpa sat on the couch, leaning against the backrest.Her gaze was locked on the washroom door.
She is afraid of what might happen between her lover and husband but is also immensely turned on. Her lover's perverse way of stealing her from her husband makes her nipples tighten and tingle.
The clock ticks above her head on the wall and her imaginations about Ashish bullying her dangerous, murderous husband inside the washroom run wild.
A thrill spirals down her spine, and she squirms on the couch. She feels an untameable urge to touch her pussy.
Time flows slowly, and so does her married slit. It slowly drips out the juices of her fantasy. A warm glow rises, and the ache inside her pussy becomes unbearable.
Shilpa's hand slithers down her body and finds her weeping pussy between her legs.
She hesitates, gently rubbing her soaked mound. She sighs and gasps, amazed by how turned on she is. She feels wicked for bearing such ill thoughts about her husband, but her two fingers slide inside her drenched pussy. She mewls. Her pussy welcomes her slender fingers with clenches.
Then she hears Mahesh's agonizing scream.
Instead of getting concerned, Shilpa bites her lips and increases the pace of her fingering. All she could do was grip her pussy around her crooked fingers. She knows this is wrong, but she loves this heated obscenity, and so does her shameless pussy.
When Ashish came out of the washroom, she was already rolling her eyes in intense sensations flowing throughout her body;her other hand was fondling her boobs and her toes were curling inwards.
A moment of pause. Two lovers examine each other. He is hard, his elongated cock is hanging, painfully bearing the burden of his arousal, and She is soppy wet, flushing her body with excitement.
Shilpa immediately withdraws her fingers from her swelled-up pussy out of sheer guilt.
A sly smirk appears on Ashish's lips, and he strolls toward her.
Shilpa's voice trembles as she speaks, looking fearfully at him,"It is not what you think."
Her thighs are still parted. Ashish looks at her from above and pushes two fingers inside her saturated pussy with ease.
Shilpa moans,"Ahhhh..." but lies, "I was not...ahhhh..." her needy lusty cunt pulls his inspecting fingers deep in her heat.
Her pussy aches in dark thoughts noticing the reddened plam of her lover's hand. He is using the same hand, which just made her husband squeal like a bitch to explore her molten betrayal.
Shilpa's mind gets shattered, Ashish's balls now become literally and figuratively more hung than her husband for her, and she wants the seed from those hung balls inside her womb. 'Baby fever' swallows her mind again.
Ashish dips his fingers in that twitching overflowing hole; he can feel the ass plug inside her anal cavity while grazing his fingers along her thin pussy wall.
He states in a lover's low pitch voice, watching her needy eyes and listening to her musical moans, "I get it. You like it when I bully him 'cause we hate each other, and we were friends once. Your pussy likes to weep for that tragedy."
Shilpa sobs buckling her hips,"No...ohhhhhh.." an orgasm crashes her body, and she lies,"Nooooo...not...ufffff...true....ahhhhhh"
Ashish declares, whispering, "It is alright. You are fucked up.I am also a fucked up person. Let's do some fucked up shit." and his fingers continue to make Shilpa throb in intense sensation as the orgasmic nectars pulses out of her pussy. She writhes, clutching her own swelled-up tits.
Shilpa looks away, still lying, "Noooo......it feeels sooo...noo....ahhhh." and feeling sheer guilt for harboring such fantasy while her hips dance in the air following the movements of her lover's fingers inside her fluttering pussy.
Ashish withdraws his fingers. Sticky cuntal juices stringing from those.
"Look at me ." He demands, and Shilpa does.
She stares at him with her glassy eyes, asking for forgiveness from her future husband.
"Live, don't just survive in fear," Ashish utters and kisses her pussy lips with utter ferocity, grabbing her tiny, helically twisting waist.
Shilpa arches her body, moaning softly. Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her entire body up in the air as if she were weightless.
Shilpa gasps in shock, and holding her waist, he places her leaking pussy over his mouth.
He is standing on the floor, supporting her body by cupping her thick ass globes, and she is sitting above his mouth, feeding him her liquid desires.
He munches on her throbbing clit, making Shilpa face the washroom door directly. He makes her pussy spasm putting her in an utterly helpless position, boasting his masculine strength while forcing her to feel the shame of defiling her marriage by holding her in a fixed position in the air from where she can imagine if the washroom door wasn't there, she and Mahesh would be staring at each other right now.
Soon, the room is filled with her high notes, her mind is awash, goosebumps rising 'n dying, and her worries are forgotten.
smack!!!
Ashish slaps her ass with the same hand he abused Mahesh, and Shilpa lewdly approves,"You are....oofffff....so bad."
Ashish chuckles from below on her doused pussy.
Smack!!!
"Unhhhhhh.." Shilpa's horny reaction followed, enjoying the sting on her ass flesh as she held onto his shoulders to balance.
Ashish dips his nose and lips into the scent of her trembling arousal, sucking her entire vulva while looking at her ecstatic face from below.
Shilpa dances in the air, twisting her hips, caressing her lover's hairs and blasting into a series of thigh-shaking orgasms shaming her marriage. She rides his face grinding her pussy, she rides for pleasure, she rides for her kinky fantasy, she rides for her lover's victory, she rides to live her life again.
smack!! Smack!!! smack!!!
Inside the washroom, an abused Mahesh crawls away from the door getting away from the carnal animalistic moans his wife is now producing. He gets settled inside the shower cubicle.
The whole situation becomes a matter of LIPS -Ashish using his greedy persistent lips to smooch Shilpa's engorged silken wet nether lips, while her upper lips constantly announce the triumph of her lover with lewd moans and inside the washroom is another LIP-'the least important person' in her life right now, her husband.
They are prisoners of their dreams, prisoners of their ambitions, prisoners of their kinks, prisoners of deeds, prisoners of their ego, prisoners of their past, prisoners for their love, prisoners for their hate, prisoners for their future... prisoners searching for freedom. The more they search for it, the more cages surround them.
**********************************(End of Chapter 44 ,Part1)*************************************************
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