IPL Stadium To Bedroom Part 2 Enticing Anisha
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Anisha had come home with me and she was in the shower. I was excited as the events went according to what I had planned so far. As Anisha hopped in, I sat in the living room enjoying the quiet stillness of the morning.
But I’m prone to utilize my opportunities, my mind began to wander in the stillness. I could hear the shower curtain open. This would mean she was likely taking off her pants, sliding them down over her hips and to the floor. Her t-shirt was coming up over her head letting her two perfect breasts being caged in her red colored bra.
Oh, she would have taken it off and her hot boobs would drop and hang free. With every step, she took they will sway from side to side and jiggle. Oh boy! What a sight it would be in the early morning! She would have pulled down her panty. Oh what is there beneath barren land or thick dense forest, I was getting curious.
The sound of the shower curtain closing and water turning on snapped me out of my fantasy. I had a stiff hot thick log pushing up the front of my pants. My choices were clear. I could either sit here thinking about her or take her.
I was getting excited about the whole thing. I was thinking when she has agreed to come home and was in the shower. Fuck, what was I doing sitting here? when did I become so dumb? I moved near the bathroom I was on cloud nine.
She had not locked it. Get in Vinay – fuck her–rip her off, taste her delicious pussy. Take her hot delicious boobs in your mouth, squeeze them hard. Go fuck her in the shower. Satisfy all your sinful desires, my mind was screaming.
I quietly opened the bathroom door, entered, and closed it behind me. Then I stripped nude. My cock was stiff and already throbbing in great anticipation. I was in my own world of madness. But I wanted to give it a little time and try and make her take the first step.
I sat on the toilet seat. I knew that Anisha had come to know that I was in the restroom. We have a solid shower curtain, so she didn’t see or hear me come in. But my seating on the toilet was certainly heard by her. I started to stroke myself softly and gently, my excitement grew to newer heights.
I knew that sexy and naked Anisha was right behind the shower curtain just a step away from fulfilling my sexual fantasies. I was beginning to wonder when a hand reached in and slowly, opened the shower curtain and pulled it all the way open. She in front of me, soaking wet, completely nude in the shower and my hand slowly stroking my cock.
She stood in front of me completely bare as well just staring at me. Anisha didn’t say a word, neither did I. She just slowly backed up, stood there and watched as I stroked my cock in front of her. She stood leaning against the wall, completely naked!
She smiled at me with that familiar come-and-get-it-if-you-want-it expression on her face. A warm, arousing smile spread across her face as she watched me. She was absolutely sexy, her body ravishing, eyes seductive. She was killing me just by her looks.
Her boobs moving up and down in anticipation were just suckable. Water dripping from her clean shaven pussy just fuckable. She was my prey. I was waiting for a move to pounce on my prey. At this point, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.
This was now as much for her as it was for me. I slowed the pace down as much as I could to make sure the show could go on for a while. I would occasionally open my eyes and look at Anisha. She never made eye contact with me because her gaze was focused on my hand and my cock which was growing.
The next time I opened my eyes, she had her legs spread wide. Both of her hands were softly massaging her breasts. The next time I looked, one hand was still on her nipples offering them to me, and one was sliding down her stomach. The next time I looked, her hand was now sliding up and down her glistening pussy.
I couldn’t take my eyes away after that. My penis surged from flying half-mast to straight as a flagpole. Desperation got the better of me. I stepped up, reached out to her and pulled her into my chest. She giggled, telling me to take it easy, but she quieted a moment later when my mouth found and devoured hers.
We locked together in one of the tightest and most passionate kisses of our lives. “Fuck me,” she whispered. Giving me permission, taking me into her flesh, a soft invitation to travel the journey to ecstasy and madness. I said – “You’re absolutely gorgeous and sexy. But you look too empty.”
Holding her gaze I slid my thumbs in to circle the rim of her opening. “Want something to fill you up?” She was here with me in the shower, absolutely naked and we were feeling each other. She realized she was whimpering. As I held her closer, my grip was reassuring that this wasn’t a dream.
She really was here. Her hands wrapped vice-like around my shoulders. Mine grabbed her smooth, tight ass and pulled her thighs and belly tight against mine. My dick pushing and feeling her pussy from the outer. Her stiff nipples pricked my sides.
It felt like only her big, firm boobs and my bloated cock prevented our bodies from merging into one. She was facing me, eyes closed, running her hands through her hair to wet it. My eyes immediately looked down to the exquisite V between her hips where my dick had rested itself waiting for its turn to do deep in.
Her neatly trimmed hair formed a triangle pointing to her beautiful love flower. I looked up at her face and traced her sculpted jawline down her neck. My eyes followed the trickling water as it ran between her two round breasts, past her stomach, and between her legs. She opened her eyes and smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
Her lips were wet and soft. Perfect. She glanced down and smirked as she lathered up her loofah, then she gave my penis a soapy stroke and motioned for me to switch places. I stood under the shower watching her lather herself up facing the back of the shower. Her hands moved under her heavy breasts, down her butt, and down her legs.
We remained in that position and kept enjoying. I turned off the shower to catch my breath. I instinctively wiped water off my face and opened my eyes. Anisha was hot, smoking hot, her seductive eyes, her lips. Ever part of her body was delicious.
I wanted to rip her pussy apart in one glorious insertion and make her cry in pain and joy. The greatest pleasure isn’t sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the act with such flourish and passion that everything at the moment seems immaterial.
We broke apart to catch our breath. She wriggled out of my embrace, stepping forward to the bathtub. Bending over, she placed her hands on its edge and pushed her beautiful ass back. I grabbed her, around her waist. She put her hands on my chest.
Looking at each other, she could not resist kissing me again. Pushing her against the now warm tiles, her wet body wriggled against mine. Fuck, I wanted her badly. My chest rubbed up against her breasts, her hardened nipples surging up and down. Lifting her up, my mouth, as hot as the water running over us, I took her supple pink nipples and sucked, bit and licked them.
She squashed my face in her boobs, the warm comfort enveloping me all over. My hands ran down her naked back, her smooth skin begging me to explore her further. Over her tight ass, she wriggled in delight as my fingers worked their way down around her.
Her body shuddered as my fingers graced her well-juiced pussy, giving her the first of many teases that were to follow. I pushed her head down. She kissed my neck, my nipples and licked down my tummy as she went. Fuck, she was rude. Grabbing my well-hardened cock, her hot breath tingled against me as she gave me a generous tug.
Sweet mother of mercy she was good. Her tongue finding places no woman had ever gone before, giving me goosebumps in the hot, hot steam of the shower. I found myself hopelessly immersed in her desire. Holding her off me before I blew.
I pulled her up, her lips again meeting mine. I kissed her, wanting to taste her rude mouth. She giggled as I embraced her, feeling her body shiver as I again kissed her neck and shoulders. Not to be outdone, I bent her over. Kissing down her back and over her ass.
My tongue and fingers found her silky-smooth snatch. Anisha tasted like honey. I opened her up. It was like she was gushing more than the shower. My tongue easily working its way in and out of her. I felt her push herself down on me, wrapping her lean legs around my head, fucking my very welcoming face.
Taking a breather, I called her a rude bitch and she slapped my face. I called her it again twice, each time a lustful rage surged through her, each slap across my face sheer ecstasy!
What was this? We were wrestling with ourselves and with each other. How will this go from here?
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