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Mansi’s Stats: 34B, 28, 36. Keratin mid-length hairs. Wheatish complexion. Bold eyes.
Unique Sexual Points: Her swaying ass while walking, slutty eyes, juicy lips and most importantly, her vulnerable words while speaking.
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After I had made my friend sleep in the second room, I latched the door and came out. The moment I turned, Mansi pounced on me like a hungry tigress. She showered her love through her kisses all over my face. She was the new Mansi I was experiencing this time.
As she pounced on me and was all intimate, I lifted her by supporting her ass. Even though I could not bear her weight, the heat of the moment made me the Hulk. As I embraced Mansi with my love, she was getting wilder over me.
The feeling of someone loving you with utmost faith and being willing to give everything arouses to get more intimate. I was breathing heavily since I was lifting Mansi. I decided to take the support of a nearby wall that was adjacent to my master bedroom.
I was getting more wild than Mansi this time. We both were kissing wildly. She had worn an oud perfume. The perfume was so sensual that it was creating havoc in my pants. My hold over Mansi was getting tighter. It was unbearable for her to be lifted in that position anymore.
I banged my master bedroom door intensely, and it got dashed on the wall. I got a bit scared about the dash. But then thought of fucking the situation and going ahead with the sex scene. Mansi smelled so erotic that it was making me mad. I just wanted to go all over her.
The moment I threw her on the bed, she looked at me with slutty eyes. This time I was giving her back the looks that she was eager for. I was looking at her in a very seductive way and was rolling my tongue over my lips. She understood that I was in an aura of wild sex.
She was experiencing my best side for the first time. I also wanted her to enjoy the moment she always wanted to cherish with me.
Mansi: (looking at me seductively) Show me your wildest side.
Me: Are you ready to bear it?
Mansi: If I can bear your friend for so many years, this will be nothing for me. Fuck me till I die.
I was awed by her words. I never thought that Mansi could be so slutty in bed. But I liked all her eroticism this time, and I was least bothered about my friend. I shifted my window curtains to one side to experience Diwali celebrations while fucking Mansi.
Through my bedroom window, the main road was visible. This gave me clear access to cracking fireworks in the air. It was always a blessing to enjoy Diwali celebrations, even from my bedroom window, as I could enjoy fireworks.
The feeling of fucking Mansi while the fireworks are getting busted in the air, gave me goosebumps. After taking the curtains aside, I pounced on Mansi. Mansi was in total control of me now. Neither did she care about the situation, nor did I.
We were hugging each other while kissing, smooching and loving with passion. Her aroma was making me more sensuous and go wild over her. I was lactating all my saliva over her. Mansi was moaning with pure ecstasy and loving how I loved her.
We rubbed our bodies against each other as if there was no tomorrow. Mansi and I were experiencing a new level of eroticism. Although the air conditioner was in full swing, Mansi was still sweating out of pure loving sex ecstasy. We both wanted to make each other nude, but we did not want to hurry.
Mansi and I were so involved in the making that we did not even care about the consequences this time. After a lot of pressing, pushing, kissing and smooching, I finally made Mansi sit so I could take off her black satin kameez. I pulled off her kameez.
Her 34B boobs bounced out while it gave me a view of her sky-blue color bra. When I removed her kameez, she looked straight into my eyes with hunger. I knew what she was about to do. This time I wanted to take charge. I decided to punish Mansi for betraying my friend. However, I was doing the same sin.
I pulled Mansi’s pyjama out. Mansi never thought about the later trauma of the sexual experience. I removed my t-shirt and was about to remove the belt from my jeans. Mansi thought that I was undressing. But I removed my belt to tie Mansi’s hands.
Mansi thought that I was trying some kinky stuff. But tonight, I wanted her to keep guessing what true pleasure is. I kept my room temperature as low as I could. I removed my jeans simultaneously. Now Mansi was tied by her hands while she was giving me seductive looks.
Her sweat was dripping from her neck through her cleavage. She was almost in a half-sitting position. I could see her glittering body. I was enjoying the view while I was preparing something very kinky. I lit a candle. Mansi would have never thought of experiencing such wild sex before.
I was in my v cut brief now. With the lighted candle in my hand, I crawled over the bed. Mansi was unsure about what was coming next. While the candle was in my hand, I gave her a wild kiss.
After the wild kiss, I looked at her cunningly. My one hand was on her shoulder, and I looked straight into her eyes. I moved the candle horizontally and gave her a wicked smile. She was thrilled after seeing the horizontal candle and got nervous.
In the next couple of seconds, the wax felt on her left thigh. She yelled out loud.
Mansi: No! Fucking No, It pains.
I kept the candle vertical again. I kissed and licked the wax where it felt. This created a spark in Mansi’s crotches. My licking relieved her pain. Her eyes were closed, and she was experiencing real pain with pleasure.
Until Mansi would relieve, I again bent the candle horizontally while sleeping and enjoying the drops of wax on her thighs. She again yelled with pain. I enjoyed it. Crackers bursting outside and crackers bursting inside were similar. I enjoyed both of them.
Her long two-threaded mangalsutra switched from right to left whenever I mounted the wax on Mansi’s thighs. For the next 7 to 8 rounds, I obeyed the same. Mansi was having the experience of life. Her moans and shouts were loud, but due to firecrackers outside, the sounds were hidden in them.
I knew she was going to get banged hard by me. I wanted to make her believe I could get hard on her. Despite all the love and affection for Mansi, I can make her my whore. I want to make her believe the fact that I can be worst, very worst than her husband.
Although the fact was, her husband was worst in real life, while I wanted to be worst in her sex life. After torturing her thighs, I made her sit while her hands were stretched below her upper body. I sat on Mansi’s tortured thighs and pulled her hair. My lips were just inches away from hers, and I said.
Me: Bitch! Loving the new way of life?
Mansi: (with tired and musky eyes, looked straight into my eyes) Show me the extreme way of life.
I got more aroused by the way she said it. She was not willing to surrender. I got furious and started biting her lips and chin. Mansi was thrilling her legs like a swimmer and was willing to come out from my hold. I was sitting on her thighs and torturing her.
I again brought the candle toward her face and teased her while moving it from left to right. She was breathing heavily as if she was scared and excited the same. I was teasing her by playing with the candle horizontally and vertically while not letting the wax fall.
The game of drop and not let down was increasing Mansi’s heartbeat. Finally, I dropped a drop of wax on her left boob.
Mansi: Fucking BC! That’s hurting me, you moron.
Hearing an abuse from Mansi’s mouth was a wicked thought and a pleasurable moment. I wanted to hear her abuse me more. In amusement at hearing it again, I dropped the wax on her left boob.
Mansi: (She cried loudly and made a crying face) Chutiya! Don’t you understand that it hurts me?
I smiled out loud, sitting on her thighs and making her experience it more. I dropped a couple more wax drops on her boobs and enjoyed sucking them simultaneously. Her 34B boobs smell of wax, sweat, her perfume and my perfume as well.
After a lot of torture, I blew out the candle and threw it away. The next moment I pulled Mansi’s hair, I started biting and licking Mansi’s cleavage. With no more effort, I took out her sky-blue bra and started playing with Mansi’s boobs. While still sitting on her thighs and not willing her to free her arms, I was simultaneously licking her nipples one by one.
Dark brown nipples were mesmerizing for me. I was holding her boobs one by one and squeezing them simultaneously. I was making her moan out my name as loud as she could. She was moaning out my name with ecstasy and love.
I will end this part of ecstasy here. Very soon, the 6th part of the story will be out. Till then, enjoy and keep masturbating. For more suggestions and feedback, keep writing to [email protected].