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Anonymous Lover – Part 1 free porn video
She, Shaina, around 32, was extremely beautiful, healthy enviable figure ripe at every part of her body. But was not happy in life. It was exactly 8 years ago she got married to an engineer, selected by her parents. He was good looking, educated and was employed in a public sector company getting near five figure salary. My parents were very happy and she also felt same and why not?
Her dreams were shattered just after marriage. On the first night she was very excited and had listened to her mother and some friends about what would actually happen and was eagerly awaiting for that moment. But her husband chose to take rest advising her that whole life is there for it and they should not hurry on a day when they were all tiered. She agreed and slept in a corner of the big cot.
Within few days she realized that his weapon between his long legs were only useful to piss! And nothing else He would fuse within seconds and sleep aside. She got disappointed, but could not complain to parents as her sister was yet to be married. she was somehow pulling on days and nights and was pressing him to take to Mumbai so that her parents will not see her grief. Finally after two months he got transferred and also got a company accommodation at Mulund east she joined him. The house was good and for a month or so she had busy time in buying many things, arranging the house, furniture etc. They visited, gate way of India, Juhu beach etc and after the initial excitement of Bombay subsided she was again in to her gloomy days and nights.
One evening she went to buy vegetable in the market near railway station. Near a shop was a man and she was surprised that many girls and women were just curiously looking at him. Shaina also looked at him and was surprised how come actor John Abraham had come there? But a close look told that he was not John but had striking resemblance. Same biceps and good complexion.
One day evening Shaina went to market to find buy vegetables. There was a ladies tailor shop nearby named Balu Ladies boutique. She was astonished that the tailor standing there was John Abraham look alike whom she had seen few days ago. Her blood raced for no specific reason. Two days later she intentionally went in front of that shop. That day she had better look at him and he was really very handsome, healthy with six abs figure.
Next night she was all alone as Shashidhar had gone to Delhi on official tour. It was rainy season and since morning there was power failure a dozen times. In Mumbai, even if it is raining outside the weather will be humid and she was unable to run the fan also. The inverter was on since evening. Somehow she pulled on till evening, prepared few roties and finished dinner.
She changed to a gown doing away with any undergarments, as it was humid. She had her dinner and before sleeping wanted to ensure the door lock. In the corridor there was some sound and she opened out of curiosity. To her surprise the same tailor was near the lift wanting to go down. All of a sudden even the inverter current was off as it was on since evening. The whole house was pitch dark. She was not able to see anything. She went to kitchen to bring a torch but could not find one. She heard the door banging and she thought the door had closed due to strong wind. Slowly she walked holding the wall as support and came to the door and saw that it was closed. Did she hear some other sound within her house? She came to the bedroom and slept. Soon she was fast asleep.
In the middle of night, what she felt as a sweet dream, Someone from her behind hugged her tightly lifting her gown and felt something very large very long, very solid between her bare buttocks, and resting hot and hard against her clit. She blinked, opened her eyes wide, saw only darkness she felt soft breath tickling the back of her neck, warm arms encircling her, a hard, muscular body enfolding hers. She held herself very still, forcing her fuzzy mind into a clarity it really wasn’t ready for. The body behind her shifted. The huge cock – at least that much she recognized — slipped against her clit as the person holding her thrust his hips just a bit closer to hers. She was totally wrapped securely by a total naked body. Was she dreaming? So she thought and parted her legs. She felt her labia softening, engorging, knew her clit was beginning to peek out from its little hood of flesh, searching for closer contact with that hot cock. Those arms held her, tightened just a bit, one of the hands moved to cover her breast.
There was no sound, no talk, yes it must be her sweet dream she concluded. She arched her back, forcing her breast into the huge hand that palmed it. In response, thick fingers compressed the nipple. She bit back a moan. The fingers pinched harder, rolled the turgid flesh between them. She moaned at the same time parting her legs just a bit so that she could settle herself on the huge cock that seemed to be growing even larger. Then she tightened her thighs around it, sliding her butt hack against his rock hard belly.
She felt her shaven triangle tickling from butt rested against the hard root of a penis (?), where it sprung solidly and clenched her thighs once again, holding onto support, she felt the lightest touch of warm lips against her ears. Shiver raced along her spine, she wrapped her fingers around those wrists, anchoring herself while at the same time holding those rough hands tightly against her breasts. The hair on arms holding here was soft but thick. She felt sizzle all the way to her pussy, felt lips exploring her throat, a hot mobile tongue teasing the little hairs at the back of her neck. Big hands massaged her breasts, squeezed her nipples, then rubbed way the pain. Hips pressed against her forcing cock to slide very slowly back and forth between her swollen labia.
She moaned again, the sound working its way up and out of her throat before she even recognized it as her own voice. The heat surrounding her intensified. The body clinging to her literally radiated fire and warmth and pure carnal lust. One of the big hands slipped down to her belly, cupped her moans and pressed firmly. Still gripping the forearm tightly in her left hand she felt his finger slide down between her legs.
Those thick fingertip paused at her swollen clit, applying the merest bit of pressure. She held perfectly still afraid it would stop if she moved, afraid of her own reaction to this most intimate touch. She kept a death grip on the wrist near her breast. The fingers of her right hand dug into the corded tendons on the underside of the forearm and everything in her cried out to thrust her hips forward, to beg him to stroke her, to bury more than just one finger in the moist heat between her legs.
As her legs trembled with the fierce need to move, she held her hips immobile. After a moment that might have lasted forever, she felt a gentle rubbing of fingertip around her clit, dipping inside her wet pussy for some of her moisture, then bringing back to stroke her once more. She bit back a scream as a roughened fingertip touched her again, the circular motion so light as to hardly register. Her trembling increased, her desire, her barely controllable need to tilt and force her hips against him, to make him enter her. She didn’t care if she felt a cock, tongue or a finger. Hell at this point, felt a changed direction of massage, moving fingertip slowly up and down over the small hooded organ. Each stroke bringing closer to her pussy. Closer but not nearly close enough.
Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the finger dipped inside her swirled around the streaming walls of her pussy, then returned to caress her clit once more. A small part of Shaina’s mind reminded her she was beautifully fucked by a he man, that her fingers were clutching thick muscular arms, that she was clasping her thighs around the biggest cock she’d ever imagined would exist on a human being. They still had not exchanged a single word.
In a personal epiphany of pure, carnal need and unmitigated lust, that she’d never, even in her most imaginative fantasy, been this turned on. Never felt so tightly linked, mentally, physically, sexually . She moaned aloud as his finger once more slipped back between her legs. Thick thumb stroked her clit now, and that one, thick finger ploughed carefully in and out of her weeping flesh.
She thrust harder against those fingers, still holding one of hands against her breast, forcing the other deep between her legs. She felt the thick rush of fluid, the hot coil of her climax building with each slick thrust of his cock between her thighs, each dip of those fingers, each …
Without warning, she felt that masculine body rolling her to her stomach. She could feel hot pair of lips crushing hers and forcing her to open her mouth. She obliged as if mesmerized. A hot long tongue entered her mouth deep twisting with her own tongue and kissing with deep passion, wet and hot. She felt the cheek of that invisible man and felt a big scar, on the left cheek. She had also felt a pea size mole on his back when she hugged him.
She felt her being grabbed through her hips and lifting her. She moaned, spreading her legs wide, welcoming and, begging with her body. Eyes wide open she saw nothing but darkness, felt no sense of space, lost all concept of time. She quivered, hanging a the precipice of a frightening, endless fall. Two big hands clasped her hips, held her tightly, massaged her buttocks for a moment with thumbs, spreading her cheeks wide. It was as dark as the inside of a cave. Yet the link persisted, the sense of connection, of need of desire so gut deep it was suddenly part of her existence of her entire world, a link she knew would be forged for ever when he finally entered her, filled her with heat and pulsing need.
Her dream man lifted her higher, his hands slipping down to grab her thighs, raising her up so that her knees no longer touched the mattress, so that her weight was on her forearms, her face pressed tightly to the pillow. She felt a sharp pain in and felt a stream of blood trickling down her clit. She expected thick cock to fill her pussy. Wanted his cock, now. Please now. Her breath caught in short, wild gasps for air, her legs quivered, and she hung there in his grasp, waiting … Waiting. Hovering there, held, the cool air drifting across her hot, needy flesh. Waiting for him to fill her. Instead she felt him pull away, felt the mattress dip as he shifted his weight felt the fiery wet slide of his tongue between her legs.
Slowly with great care and control he lifted his hands from beneath her bums and held her breasts firmly. Squeezing them alternately his fingers held her exited nipples between his thumb and fore finger. Pulling them together he rubbed and squeezed, sucked them hard and exciting her till she started to beg him to enter immediately. As he obliged by slowly pushed into her, she shifted her legs. Damn, he was huge, not just big. Still she relaxed her spasming muscles at best she could, still her flesh stretched, the lubrication from her orgasms easing the way as he slowly inexorably , seated himself with her.
She felt his penis press up against the mouth of her womb at the same time his balls nested against her clit and pubic mound. He waited a moment, giving her time to adjust his huge girth and length, then he started to move. Slowly at first, easing his way in, then out, stretching her , filing her. Shaina fisted the pillow in her hands as she caught his rhythm, in, out in again, his balls tickling her clit with each careful thrust, she pressed back against him forcing him deeper and deeper.
He groaned, then slammed into her harder, she took him, reveled in the power and strength of her mystery lover, felt another climax building in her. She reached back between her legs, grasping his sac which was the size of two oranges kept together, as he thrust against her cervix. She slipped one finger behind his sac pressed the sensitive area, then ran her sharp fingernail lightly back to his testicles. He slammed into her, his body rigid with a fierce power. He pounded into her harder, stronger. She kept a tight careful hold on his balls until the hot gush of his seed filled her.
She screamed and thrust her hips hard against his groin, her vaginal muscles clamped down, wrapping around his cock, trapping and holding him close, as she thought it was over she felt his cock swelling to fit tightly against the clenching muscles of her pussy locking his body close against hers and again thrust deeper in her and filled her even more of his boiling lava.
Suddenly there was complete blankness. There was nothing to feel. She tried to feel a male body by her side but there was none. She felt it a dream and soon fell asleep. When she woke up the next morning, she remembered her dream, but what was it? A round pool wetness on the sheet? Many spots on the sheet which she touched and still felt wet? Was it her secretions? She inserted a finger in her vagina which was still burning. Did she do it in sleep and hurt herself. Deep inside she could feel thick warm fluid. Curiously she smelt her finger. It was pungent but she was not aware of such smell ever before.
While taking bath she could see several distinct teeth marks on her soft big boobs and even on the inner side of her thighs. One thing was sure that she had been fucked, that too with immense intensity. Also it neither her dream or imagination. Then who was that angel who came at night and took her to a dream land of sex, lust and utter satisfaction of carnal instincts? The question stood in her front as a great puzzle and she decided to explore and find out.
Who was it? Read my next chapter after few days..
Anonymous Lover – Part 1
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