Misc. Erotica Vikram's Porn Addiction comes true

[Mohit.Kumar]

With a growl, he gives in to the overwhelming need to climax. His hand moves in a frenzied blur, his hips bucking wildly. The image of her gaping asshole, her body trembling with each violent thrust, sends him hurtling over the precipice. His orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave, a hot, wet explosion of white-hot pleasure that leaves him gasping for breath.

Vikram's vision blurs as ropes of cum spurt from his cock, painting his stomach in sticky arcs. He watches the video, the woman's eyes still locked onto his, as if she can feel his release through the screen. Her cries become his, their shared pleasure resonating through the room in a symphony of desire.

The intensity of his climax subsides, leaving him panting and weak, his hand still wrapped around his slowly softening cock. He can't believe what he's just experienced, the raw power of the woman's sexuality and the way it's consumed him. His heart is racing, his chest heaving with the exertion of his own orgasm.

As the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him, he finally pulls his gaze away from the screen, his eyes blinking to clear the haze of desire. The room seems too bright, too stark in comparison to the shadowy embrace of the porn video. The sight of his own cum, a sticky mess on his stomach and chest, brings him back to reality with a jolt.

Vikram's hand lingers on his cock, now a limp testament to the frenzy he's just endured. His breathing is still ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as if it's trying to break free. He reaches for his phone, his thumbs moving almost of their own accord as he opens the camera app.

With trembling hands, he captures the essence of her orgasm, her face a canvas of raw, unfiltered pleasure. The screenshots are a frozen moment in time, her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. The way her features contort, the sheen of sweat on her skin, it's all so,familiar. He stares at the images, his mind racing. Who is she?

Her dark, wavy hair frames her face like a halo of sensuality, each strand a silent storyteller of the passion she's just experienced. He zooms in, scrutinizing the curve of her cheek, the tip of her nose, the way her eyebrows arch in the throes of pleasure. It's like looking into a mirror, yet the reflection is hauntingly different. The woman's eyes, so familiar and yet so foreign, seem to beckon him into the depths of the screen.

Vikram snaps the first shot, capturing the moment of her climax. The screen blurs with the speed of his hand, the digital camera shutter echoing the final beats of his own pulsing orgasm. Her face is a portrait of ecstasy, a masterpiece of desire that he can't help but immortalize. He takes another, and another, each one a little closer, a little clearer, until her features are burned into his retina.

He saves the images, his cock still pulsing with the aftermath of his release, and opens his Whatsapp. The groups light up with notifications as he sends the photos—his friends' eyes will surely widen when they see who he's been watching. The thrill of sharing this secret, this forbidden fruit, is almost as potent as the act itself. He selects a few of the most explicit ones, the ones where she's begging for it, where she looks the most like a wanton whore.

The first group chat is a bunch of his college buddies. They're always eager for a bit of naughty fun, sharing their latest conquests and porn finds. He sends the pic with a caption, "Who does she remind you of?" He knows the reactions will be explosive. The second group is from his old neighborhood, the guys he grew up with. They've seen it all, done it all, but even they might be surprised by this twist.