My Encounter with Smiriti

Dear Friends Im your friend Sudhish Im here to tell you the other part of story that happen that very night. As I had told you that after I was finished with Gitanjali I saw Smiriti coming out of her room and witnessed the relation that had just taken place between me and Gitanj. She threatened me that she will reveal every thing befor all no sooner the day light touches the earth. When I requested her to not to do so she asked me to make love to her. I could not believe my ears. An then the inevitable begin like this. I gently kissed her lips and then slowly i shifted my attention towards her sensual neck and licked them while moving towards her ear lobes which i sucked and chuggled hard. She was by now craving for more and i moved my hand in her flimsy see through night gown and Smiriti felt heat blossoming deep within the core of her femininity as My sensual lips slanted firmly over hers. My hot tongue invaded the moist recesses of her mouth and she moaned in pleasure.Through the thin silk of her gown she felt the evidence of my arousal hard and capacious against her belly and a slow ache began to build deep within her. My work roughened fingers tangled in the mass of honey blonde hair that cascaded down her back in thick, satiny waves. She pressed herself against me, acting on pure instinct. My mouth left hers to burn a trail of fiery kisses down the slender column of her flushed throat. She almost passed out from sheer desire as yanked the neckline of her gown aside to bare her firm, round breasts. He cupped one milky globe and brought it to my lips, the dusky pink peak puckered prettily under my intense gaze and seemed to visibly swell as her wanting for me grew.I suckled greedily, drawing whimpers of cat like pleasure from her bruised and passion swollen lips. Sweet Jesus, but I wanted to bury my shaft inside her moist womanly wetness. Smiriti felt as if her entire body was on fire. Her breasts were hot and swollen; each ivory orb craved the touch of my callused hands and hot, wet lips. Impatiently, she shoved her hands inside my shirt, reveling in the feel of crisp black hair against her palms as she stroked my chest. Her fingertips sought and found my flat male nipple, and she pinched it gently, drawing a gasp of surprised pleasure from my sensuous lips.I could not take much more. I felt as randy as a schoolboy. My manhood was heavy with need for her. That she had been with no other man was kindling to the fires of desire that burned within me. The fact that she reacted to me with all the passion and skill of a common whore did not surprise me, after all, I knew how to pleasure a woman.She ran my hands through her hair, up her thighs, along the soles of her feet. My tongue plunged the sweet recesses of her mouth, tasting her until I felt drunk from the honeyed wine of her lips.Her gown and chemise came apart with one vicious rip, baring her exquisite, virgin’s body to my roguish eye. Never before had I seen a woman as perfect as she. From the heady fullness of her ripe breasts to the downy thatch of fleece at the juncture of her milky thighs, she was incredible.She nudged her alabaster thighs apart with my massive knee and settled between them, my member turgid and pulsating like a divining rod over water. My fingers probed the silky flesh of her woman hood. She was hot and wet. Gently, I massaged the little nubbin of flesh that hid just inside her plump folds. She squealed with delight, bathing my fingers with her warm juices. “You’re ready for me,” I told her huskily.”Oh, yes,” she cried. “Please I, please.”He told himself I would go slow, but the merest touch of her pink virginal flesh against my throbbing man root sent all of my restraint to the four winds and I plunged himself into the tight, wet passage, delighting in the feeling of her maidenhead rending beneath my assault. Smiriti felt the barest bit of discomfort before being overcome by the most intense feelings of pleasure she had ever experienced in all her seventeen years. Surely, tmy was what being a woman was all about!

On and on it went. She lifted her slender hips to meet my every savage thrust, her eyes lolling back in her head as my engorged wand of passion parted her untried flesh, only to withdraw and slide forward again. The coil of desire within the pit of her belly began to wind tighter and tighter. She wound her long, slender legs around my muscular hips, drawing me closer to her. Her fingernails raked the bulging muscles of my broad back and shoulders. Cat-like whimpers of pleasure and frustration escaped her pink, cupid’s bow lips.Suddenly, the spring within her sprung and wave after wave of the most profound pleasure washed over her, radiating from the very center of her being. She felt her muscles convulse around My hardness and felt me stiffen above her. She growled in satisfaction as I released my seed deep within her.Smiriti felt warmth fill her and knew that she had pleased me. Her hands stroked my back. She felt me grow hard again inside her and giggled in delight.We made love four times before the sun rose. When Smiriti awoke, I was already gone. The small smudge of blood on the pristine white sheet was the only evidence of our lovemaking. She stood and gingerly made her way to the washbasin. She was only a little tender. She warned I would come to her again that night failing to which she will reveal every secret to all. If you too wanna such pleasure please email me at [email protected]