Excerpt 2 from Tanvi's Party

Tanvi stopped, knowing already what Natasha had in mind. Natasha bent forward and picked up the condom nearest her. She upturned the condom and squeezed it from the bottom to the top, pouring some stranger’s seminal fluid on Tanvi’s right breast. Having drained semen from the condom, she threw it on to the floor. She poured semen from the next condoms on Tanvi’s other breast, the space between her boobs, her belly, her navel (stopping short of her pubic area), her neck, her chin, even her arms and underarms, until Tanvi’s almost entire upper body was coated with a sticky slimy layer of semen.

The last condom Natasha didn’t upturn onto Tanvi, but instead took the opening of the condom into her mouth and drank semen directly from it as if it were a plastic containing her favorite fruit drink.

“Done?” Tanvi asked. She had grown to like this ritual of their lovemaking. She didn’t mind the slimy sticky fluid on her body, plus Natasha turned into a sexual animal post the ritual.

Natasha smacked her lips. “Yeah, you are now ready to fuck,” she said, unable to take her eyes off Tanvi’s slime coated breasts.

Natasha shifted her weight back on to her knees, taking the ‘V’ deep inside her again. Both Tanvi and Natasha moaned as they felt the V’s arms stimulate their vaginas.

Natasha placed her hands on Tanvi’s belly and began to grind her hips against the toy, slowly picking up pace. As Natasha grinded her hips back and forth against the ‘V’, Tanvi tried to latch on to Natasha’s exotically majestic nipples again but Natasha slapped her hands off her.

“Put your hands under your head,” Natasha said, her moves becoming desperate and fast. “Let me see your boobs.”

Tanvi obeyed and put her hands under her head. She felt the V’s arm go in and out of her as Natasha grinded her vagina against it and felt the contentment that comes with something fulfilling one’s sexual hunger.

Natasha moved her right hand of Tanvi’s belly and began using it to rub the semen all over Tanvi’s skin. Natasha began to focus on Tanvi’s nipples, concentrating her rubbing of the slime around them. Tanvi moaned loudly.

Natasha stopped grinding.

“What’s wrong?” Tanvi asked, opening her eyes.

“Harder,” Natasha said, not really explaining.

Natasha bent forward, the V’s flexible arm inside her vagina, bending with her. She bent forward until her breasts touched Tanvi’s and then she put her arms around Tanvi’s body, under her chest.

And then without a warning, Natasha began riding the toy and with her mouth, bit lightly into Tanvi’s chin. Tanvi gasped as the V’s arm inside her began thrusting in and out with Natasha’s motion. She loved how Natasha’s breasts were now squished against hers. She put her arms around Natasha and began slapping her on her beautiful round buttocks.