05-08-2023, 05:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-08-2023, 11:23 AM by NightOwl. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
UPDATE 16.1
THE LIGHTBRINGER
Suddenly Trisha becomes flirty.
She comes closer, Her hands clutching the sides of my t-shirt and her voice husky," My husband will come here anytime soon. Let's..get comfy."
I know what her intentions are. She wants a quick bang with a complete stranger. She wants to soak my long-built lust for her to feel alive in her mundane life and get over it.
She wants a sneaky fuck before her husband comes and gets rid of me.I will remain as some minutes of enflamed memory for her.
Understandable from her perspective. She is married and just wants some forbidden sparks in her life before continuing her planned life in our gated community.
But I am in for the long haul. I refuse to become just a memory of steamy quick sex.
She is rubbing her body onto mine like a kitten; her hands have traveled under my t-shirt, and in a hurry, she helps me to get rid of my t-shirt.
She says in a pouty voice, "Promise me you will give me the key when my husband returns." She is hovering over me.
My hand crawls up to one of her tits, greedily taking in every inch of her exposed mammary glands. I can barely contain the anticipation bubbling in my veins.
"Of course if you light a candle for me." I smirk.
She ignores me and plants kisses on my wrist with hushed moans.
"Light a candle, "I say gruffly. My voice is low and ominous in the dark room.
She shivers under my gaze and a slight blush blooms on her cheeks. I can tell she's both scared and aroused.
'Why?' she whispers, our bodies still adjoined.
'Because I want to see you,' I reply. 'I want to see every part of you."
The sultry beauty looked me in the eye, her face filled with distrust. 'Who are you?'
I grin, revealing my teeth, "That's a story I can tell you another time. For now, tell me do you have candles?"
Trisha shifts uncomfortably, retrieving her hands from my body and pulling her arms around herself," Yes small Diwali candles. But..."
I interrupt her holding the side of her mouth with my fingers, forming a nice pout with pressure.
I rub my thumb on her trembling lower lip and command her, "Find it for me then,Beautiful. I want to see your face when I make you explode."
She shivers.
In a shaky voice, she obliges," ok.", giving me distrustful side eyes. Her gaze lingers and penetrates, gauging my intentions in the dark before she finally takes her stroll.
Her graceful figure glided, free from any flaws of clothing and fabric, through the drawing room, her soft curves illuminated by the soft light of the moonlight beaming in from the window.
She walked slowly, her feet barely making contact with the floor, as if she was dancing, wearing nothing except her own skin. Her naked figure was the picture of freedom, and her limber strides spoke to a heart unencumbered by the world in the ethereal moonlight.
Occasionally she stops in front of the windows to view the moon or to let go of all her worries. I don't know.
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Trisha moved gracefully, her body undulating with each step as if mesmerized by an invisible force. Her curves curved and swirled, her breasts heaving as if aroused by her own presence. Her flawless form was an absolute vision of eroticism, and the figure watching felt me grow aroused as I took in her every detail moonlight revealed.
Despite the stillness of the night, I felt alive and energized. The moonlight shone softly against her curves and traced down her pale skin, accentuating her sensual movements.
Like a ghost, I shadow her from a distance.
Trisha stops in front of a wall of furniture. She opens a cupboard.
She probably does not know how inviting she is, and that just makes her all the more irresistible to me.
I can't help teasing her, snickering with delight, "I've got a nice view."
She freezes, her body tightens, but she doesn't move. I can hear her gentle breathing, the only sound in the room.
She throws judging at me," Is this how you followed me ?" and goes back to searching.
I don't answer but drink her naked glory. She does not find any candle there and moves to another cupboard.
She bends, slanting her upper torso.
The way she's positioned gives me a full view of her, her back curving slightly, her naked form a work of art that my eyes can't help but linger over. I admire how her thick thighs spread out beneath her and her perky, plump ass cheeks peeking out from between them.
"I love the way you look when you're like this," I say, my voice low and husky. "You know I love watching you."
She looks back at me over her shoulders and feigns a scolding," You are lecherous."
"One of the perks of being me." I laugh heartily.
I can't help but ogle her perfectly shaped body as she bends down. She holds perfectly still, her skin glowing against the dark backdrop of the room. She looks so vulnerable, so beautiful, and I am overwhelmed by the need to take her in my arms and ravish her.
Trisha does not find the candle there as well. She tries a different shelf. A bottom shelf.
I can barely contain myself. In all her naked glory, my muse squats down in the moonlit dark room, attempting to find a candle. Her curves call out to me, just begging to be caressed in my greedy hands.
Her bubbly ass is bouncing and swaying as she moves. From behind, I hungrily watch, heat rising in my loins as I take in her naked body.
"What are you doing? Squatting around, trying to find something?", I drawl, my voice thick and lewd. I can't help it. "Looks to me like you're trying to turn me on, and it's working," I tease her mercilessly, painting vivid images in her mind that leave her flushed and desperate for my touch.
Trisha giggles nervously, "You know what I am doing." She sounds shy,"I am searching your candle silly."
She looks incredible, her back arching as she squats. A perverse pleasure coursed through me at the sight. My gaze travels slowly over her curves, lingering on the swell of her hips and the sway of her breasts. I can hardly believe she's been with me like this and so deliciously delicate.
She leans forward.
The married woman flushes in embarrassment and squirms, fully aware that I am watching.
I drink her in, noting the tight curves of her ass, the glistening wetness of her aroused pussy, and the sweet pink blush on her skin. Desire coils tight in my belly.
I can't help but admire her aroused pussy, glistening and inviting between her trembling thighs.
"Look at you, "I growl, a suggestive grin tugging at my lips.
"Your round ass so high in the air, your hair just brushing against your back. You are such a naughty little thing, looking for trouble down there, aren't you?" My words become vulgar, and My voice is a low moan of desire.
I rub my hard dick over my jeans and take out my phone. I need to see her more clearly.
Pointing my phone at her, I turn on the flashlight.
I am mesmerized.
Her breasts rise and fall with every excited breath, and her nipples, already hardened, seem to pulse with anticipation.
Her folds of creamy flesh beckoned; her arousal felt and seen as her voluptuous pussy opened in invitation. Her labia hung damp and swollen, droplets of wetness dripping from her clitoris, which twitched and throbbed in anticipation.
Her tight anal star lay atop the small triangle of hair just above her slit, with her sphincter puckering and relaxing rhythmically. The skin around it is a darker hue than that of her body, inviting and welcoming.
"No..Turn off your phone. No phone." her panic-stricken voice took me back to my senses.
"Are you recording me?" She sounds distraught, betrayed, her face marred with surprise and fear.
"No,no.." I bemoan and immediately turn off my flashlight.
shitttt!!!
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THE LIGHTBRINGER
Suddenly Trisha becomes flirty.
She comes closer, Her hands clutching the sides of my t-shirt and her voice husky," My husband will come here anytime soon. Let's..get comfy."
I know what her intentions are. She wants a quick bang with a complete stranger. She wants to soak my long-built lust for her to feel alive in her mundane life and get over it.
She wants a sneaky fuck before her husband comes and gets rid of me.I will remain as some minutes of enflamed memory for her.
Understandable from her perspective. She is married and just wants some forbidden sparks in her life before continuing her planned life in our gated community.
But I am in for the long haul. I refuse to become just a memory of steamy quick sex.
She is rubbing her body onto mine like a kitten; her hands have traveled under my t-shirt, and in a hurry, she helps me to get rid of my t-shirt.
She says in a pouty voice, "Promise me you will give me the key when my husband returns." She is hovering over me.
My hand crawls up to one of her tits, greedily taking in every inch of her exposed mammary glands. I can barely contain the anticipation bubbling in my veins.
"Of course if you light a candle for me." I smirk.
She ignores me and plants kisses on my wrist with hushed moans.
"Light a candle, "I say gruffly. My voice is low and ominous in the dark room.
She shivers under my gaze and a slight blush blooms on her cheeks. I can tell she's both scared and aroused.
'Why?' she whispers, our bodies still adjoined.
'Because I want to see you,' I reply. 'I want to see every part of you."
The sultry beauty looked me in the eye, her face filled with distrust. 'Who are you?'
I grin, revealing my teeth, "That's a story I can tell you another time. For now, tell me do you have candles?"
Trisha shifts uncomfortably, retrieving her hands from my body and pulling her arms around herself," Yes small Diwali candles. But..."
I interrupt her holding the side of her mouth with my fingers, forming a nice pout with pressure.
I rub my thumb on her trembling lower lip and command her, "Find it for me then,Beautiful. I want to see your face when I make you explode."
She shivers.
In a shaky voice, she obliges," ok.", giving me distrustful side eyes. Her gaze lingers and penetrates, gauging my intentions in the dark before she finally takes her stroll.
Her graceful figure glided, free from any flaws of clothing and fabric, through the drawing room, her soft curves illuminated by the soft light of the moonlight beaming in from the window.
She walked slowly, her feet barely making contact with the floor, as if she was dancing, wearing nothing except her own skin. Her naked figure was the picture of freedom, and her limber strides spoke to a heart unencumbered by the world in the ethereal moonlight.
Occasionally she stops in front of the windows to view the moon or to let go of all her worries. I don't know.
Trisha moved gracefully, her body undulating with each step as if mesmerized by an invisible force. Her curves curved and swirled, her breasts heaving as if aroused by her own presence. Her flawless form was an absolute vision of eroticism, and the figure watching felt me grow aroused as I took in her every detail moonlight revealed.
Despite the stillness of the night, I felt alive and energized. The moonlight shone softly against her curves and traced down her pale skin, accentuating her sensual movements.
Like a ghost, I shadow her from a distance.
Trisha stops in front of a wall of furniture. She opens a cupboard.
She probably does not know how inviting she is, and that just makes her all the more irresistible to me.
I can't help teasing her, snickering with delight, "I've got a nice view."
She freezes, her body tightens, but she doesn't move. I can hear her gentle breathing, the only sound in the room.
She throws judging at me," Is this how you followed me ?" and goes back to searching.
I don't answer but drink her naked glory. She does not find any candle there and moves to another cupboard.
She bends, slanting her upper torso.
The way she's positioned gives me a full view of her, her back curving slightly, her naked form a work of art that my eyes can't help but linger over. I admire how her thick thighs spread out beneath her and her perky, plump ass cheeks peeking out from between them.
"I love the way you look when you're like this," I say, my voice low and husky. "You know I love watching you."
She looks back at me over her shoulders and feigns a scolding," You are lecherous."
"One of the perks of being me." I laugh heartily.
I can't help but ogle her perfectly shaped body as she bends down. She holds perfectly still, her skin glowing against the dark backdrop of the room. She looks so vulnerable, so beautiful, and I am overwhelmed by the need to take her in my arms and ravish her.
Trisha does not find the candle there as well. She tries a different shelf. A bottom shelf.
I can barely contain myself. In all her naked glory, my muse squats down in the moonlit dark room, attempting to find a candle. Her curves call out to me, just begging to be caressed in my greedy hands.
Her bubbly ass is bouncing and swaying as she moves. From behind, I hungrily watch, heat rising in my loins as I take in her naked body.
"What are you doing? Squatting around, trying to find something?", I drawl, my voice thick and lewd. I can't help it. "Looks to me like you're trying to turn me on, and it's working," I tease her mercilessly, painting vivid images in her mind that leave her flushed and desperate for my touch.
Trisha giggles nervously, "You know what I am doing." She sounds shy,"I am searching your candle silly."
She looks incredible, her back arching as she squats. A perverse pleasure coursed through me at the sight. My gaze travels slowly over her curves, lingering on the swell of her hips and the sway of her breasts. I can hardly believe she's been with me like this and so deliciously delicate.
She leans forward.
The married woman flushes in embarrassment and squirms, fully aware that I am watching.
I drink her in, noting the tight curves of her ass, the glistening wetness of her aroused pussy, and the sweet pink blush on her skin. Desire coils tight in my belly.
I can't help but admire her aroused pussy, glistening and inviting between her trembling thighs.
"Look at you, "I growl, a suggestive grin tugging at my lips.
"Your round ass so high in the air, your hair just brushing against your back. You are such a naughty little thing, looking for trouble down there, aren't you?" My words become vulgar, and My voice is a low moan of desire.
I rub my hard dick over my jeans and take out my phone. I need to see her more clearly.
Pointing my phone at her, I turn on the flashlight.
I am mesmerized.
Her breasts rise and fall with every excited breath, and her nipples, already hardened, seem to pulse with anticipation.
Her folds of creamy flesh beckoned; her arousal felt and seen as her voluptuous pussy opened in invitation. Her labia hung damp and swollen, droplets of wetness dripping from her clitoris, which twitched and throbbed in anticipation.
Her tight anal star lay atop the small triangle of hair just above her slit, with her sphincter puckering and relaxing rhythmically. The skin around it is a darker hue than that of her body, inviting and welcoming.
"No..Turn off your phone. No phone." her panic-stricken voice took me back to my senses.
"Are you recording me?" She sounds distraught, betrayed, her face marred with surprise and fear.
"No,no.." I bemoan and immediately turn off my flashlight.
shitttt!!!
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