Misc. Erotica Vikram's Porn Addiction comes true

[Mohit.Kumar]

This story is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over 18 years of age.

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The screen flickers to life, revealing a sumptuous, dusky woman with a voluminous bottom. Her skin glows with the warmth of a freshly baked roti, each curve and contour a testament to her ample figure. She's bent over a chair, her plump breasts swaying with each forceful thrust from the hulky young man behind her. The woman's eyes are squeezed shut, and her mouth forms a perfect 'O' of pleasure, her teeth biting into her lower lip. Her moans fill the room, the name "Aditya" slipping out between gasps.

 

Vikram's heart skips a beat as he leans closer to the monitor. There's something eerily familiar about her. The way she arches her back, the jiggle of her soft belly, the mewling noises she makes as she's filled with cock. It's almost as if he's seen her before, somewhere in the distant recesses of his memory. His hand strays to his crotch, the fabric of his pants growing taut as his cock swells with interest.

 

He adjusts the angle of the laptop, his eyes never leaving the screen. The woman in the video is taking it like a champ, her round ass cheeks clapping together with each deep penetration. The camera zooms in, giving him a clear view of her gaping asshole, a ring of dark flesh around the base of the invading cock.

 

Vikram's cock hardens further, straining against the fabric of his briefs. He reaches down and pulls it out, stroking it gently as he watches. The young man in the video, presumably Aditya, grabs her hips with a ferocity that makes her squeal. She's begging for more, her voice thick with lust. "Harder, Aditya. Yes, just like that," she pants.

 

Her dark, wavy hair falls over her face, obscuring her features for a moment before she tosses her head back, exposing her neck, dotted with beads of sweat that glisten under the artificial light. Vikram's mind races, trying to piece together the puzzle. He's seen that neck before, those same sweat-kissed skin folds that now quiver with each impact of the man's pelvis against her round, plush ass.

 

He moves closer to the screen, his breathing quickening as he scrutinizes the scene. The woman's face is still mostly obscured, but he catches a glimpse of her profile—the tip of her nose, the fullness of her cheek. But he still can't put a finger on her.

 

The porn scene unfolds with a raw, carnality that mirrors the tumultuous rhythm of his own hand. Aditya's cock, thick and veiny, pulls out of her pussy and slams back in, painting her inner thighs with her own juices. The woman's eyes flash open, revealing a spark of recognition. It's a look of pure ecstasy, a look that sends a tremor through Vikram's core.

 

He gasps, his hand faltering on his cock as he finally sees her face fully. The resemblance is uncanny. It's definitely someone he knew. But who?

 

Her eyes are almond-shaped, fringed with thick lashes that fan out like miniature ravens' wings. Her nose is slightly upturned, giving her a look of perpetual surprise—or in this case, ecstasy. Her full lips are parted, and her teeth bite down on the corner of her mouth, a gesture that seems to be a silent scream of pleasure.