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Hello to all my readers once again. I hope my readers are enjoying the Mansi series. Pleased with the response I’m receiving for the story. This time I’m making more effort to narrate the dialogues in Marathi, which Mansi and I usually speak.
Continuation:
After getting boozed up and enjoying the situation, Mansi and I never thought we would be so wild for each other. The passion and ecstasy we were sharing were already beyond our limits.
The essence from Mansi’s body was the reason for not seeking other pussies for me. From her side, it was my passion for her, especially in bed.
After a quickie in the tree house cafe, we both tumbled ourselves drunk while getting down from the tree house. We were already drunk and relaxed at the same time.
We walked towards our room, holding hands and kissing wherever we saw a vacant place. Our passion was overflowing towards each other. When we reached our room, my fantasies also hit my mind.
I knew what I was about to do next. The moment we both entered the room. I pulled off Mansi’s dress from the back and tore it apart. She took it in shock even though she was high.
She got furious with me since that was her favourite piece of cloth. She yelled at me, and I laughed out loud. I took advantage of her resistance. She was running away from me to preserve the remaining piece of cloth. I had something in my mind and wanted to execute it without Mansi noticing my fantasy.
I kept pulling her dress hard to pull and tear it apart. After a lot of struggle between us, I finally tore apart her whole dress into pieces. Her panty was already in my pocket since our fuck a few minutes back. Mansi was standing like a naked doll in front of me.
She was staring at me and was clueless about my next move. Hiding her boobs with her hands, she raised her eyebrows. She smiled at me and said:
Mansi: Halkat, hey as vagnar aahes ka mazya sobat? (Stupid, Are you going to act this way with me?)
Me: Ho! Tu itki hot aahes ki mala control hot nahi. Sarkh tuzya mithit rahav vatat. (Yes. You are so hot that it’s uncontrollable for me. I always want to be in your arms.)
Mansi: Tuza control divsan divas kiti out of control hot challay te baghu shakat aahe me. (I can see how your control is going out of control day by day.)
Me: Ajun purn pane kuthe pahila aahes. (You haven’t yet seen it completely.)
Mansi: Vaat konti pahtoys mag? Dakhav tuza dhyaani aaj kay navin aalay. (What are you waiting for? Show me what new you’ve got in your mind?)
Saying this, Mansi opened her arms, inviting me to go all over her. I undressed completely naked, went straight towards Mansi, and hugged her tightly. Our bare bodies were leaving no signs of even light to pass between us.
I kept hugging and kissing Mansi all over her face and kept pulling her harder over me. To add more flame to the scene, I played some sex songs on my mobile. Since the last time we played sex songs while having sex, Mansi was under the impression to play it again.
I fulfilled her fantasy this time. We started dancing nude with some slow sex songs. Both our nude bodies were creating the ultimate flame of eroticism. After a couple more songs, the track changed to some fast erotic music. I changed our dance style, too. I got wild and furious over Mansi’s body.
I was moving Mansi’s body like a mannequin. Biting and licking all over her upper body. Sometimes lifting her and licking her pussy, biting her legs when she’s uplifted and playing with her body was core eroticism for both.
Mansi always admired and loved my new ways of fucking her. Those were my fantasies, and I was fulfilling them my way. Mansi was enjoying it too. Our sex dance continued for over 10 minutes while kissing, licking, and biting each other with ecstasy.
In the same flow, I lifted Mansi on my shoulder and took her to the jacuzzi. As the jacuzzi was empty, I switched on the tap to fill it. Simultaneously I got Mansi towards the huge glass wall and started rubbing my body over her.
Dew drops over the huge glass wall submerged with Mansi’s hot body. What a view it was. Something that can’t be described in words. The moonlight straight away reflected on the glass wall. I pulled Mansi’s hair back a bit, holding her chin, I asked her:
Me: Asach zavayla deshil na mala nehmi? (Will you allow me to fuck you always?)
Mansi: Evdhe divas kadhi tula vatla ki mala zavanya pasun thambavnar me tula? (In so many days, did you ever feel I would stop you from fucking me?)
I smiled at her words and gave a hard smooch and bite on her lips. Those words were more than enough to charge me to the fullest. I pushed my body as hard as I could on Mansi. I was scrambling Mansi’s body between me and the huge glass wall.
I noticed that the hotel had a charcoal scrub near the jacuzzi. I took the scrub and started rubbing on Mansi’s body. While rubbing the scrub on her body, she felt the rough sensations over her boobs. I was enjoying the pleasurable pain she was feeling.
After scrubbing her upper parts, I fell on my knees and kept her right leg on my left shoulder. I kissed and pampered Mansi’s pussy first. Later, I mildly started applying some scrub on her right thigh. She closed her eyes and held my hair tight, knowing what was coming next.
Holding her right thigh tightly, I rubbed her pussy harshly with the scrub. Mansi screamed and kept hitting my head. I was in no mood to stop rubbing her pussy with the scrub. I could see her pussy turning red. Mansi was crying to leave her thigh as her legs were locked.
I went up and faced Mansi. I saw Mansi breathing faster and looking at me with a poker face. I pushed her hands on the glass wall and smooched her hard again. She was resisting kissing me back to show her anger over me. But I was in no mood to give her control.
Holding her shoulders, I pushed her down and asked her to apply some scrub on my dick. She did what I asked for. Mansi rubbed the scrub harshly over my dick, trying to take her sweet revenge on me. The scrub hardly gave me any burning sensations, although my dick, too, went red.
To release the redness from my dick, I pushed my dick hard into Mansi’s mouth. My dick went deep into Mansi’s throat while the scrub went with it. She had an awkward feeling of a blowjob with the scrub mixture in her mouth. Holding her hair, I kept fucking her mouth while pressing her head against the glass wall.
When I realised Mansi controlled me, I pulled her hair up and dashed her body again on the glass wall. I pulled the hand shower from the nearby wall and showered both of us to remove the scrub. I washed off Mansi’s body simultaneously while washing mine.
When drenched with water, I made Mansi stand facing the wall and asked her to take the standing doggy position. She did as I said. Our bodies were drenched with water, and the wetness felt sticky. Holding Mansi’s waist tight, I pushed my dick hard into her pussy.
Mansi’s head was banging on the glass wall with every harsh hit of mine. Mansi’s hands were slipping from the glass, which was hard for her to grip. I still kept fucking Mansi hardly. Banging her on the glass wall, she was asking me to stop.
I kept fucking Mansi in the same position. I could see a small reflection of both of us on the glass wall. That ignited more fire over me as I could see her mangalsutra while fucking her with painful expressions. I kept fucking her for a few more minutes.
Till the time the jacuzzi was filled up. I took Mansi in the jacuzzi and made her lay in doggy style while taking the support of the edge of the jacuzzi. I raised Mansi’s ass upwards and started fucking Mansi doggy style. The water with foam was spilling over our bodies.
With every stroke in Mansi’s pussy, the water was splashing like a wave and was spilling out of the jacuzzi. Mansi’s loud sounds were echoing and creating a more sensual atmosphere. I kept fucking Mansi in the jacuzzi till we both cum.
Stay tuned to know what more fantasies we fulfilled for the next 30 hours till we were in that hotel. The series will continue depending on the response I get on this part. Keep supporting the series for more eroticism, and keep writing to [email protected].
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