The skyline of Manhattan bathed red with the rising Sun.

Avenues were
jostling with life, homes yawing awake to begin with the flow of the day to
follow. If anyone had thought that day would create history, thatd probably
be right. But who would? Not the common men in New York, nor the United
States of America, not even the world. But there was somebody who
believed that day would godown in books. Beholding the beauty that
Mother Nature has to display, was a man. Rued jet black hair, and in
pajamas was savoring a hot mug of espresso. Standing like a king before the
window that ran from the floor to the ceiling and from one end of theroom to
the other, comprehendingthe gravity of the feat that he, or they, were likely
to achieve. Creating history. A personal touch.

Penny for your thoughts, Virat? said a young woman, seemingly in her
early 20s, brunette with skin rivaling the moon. She wasin her torquisenight
gown of smooth fabric trailing the floor. Shetread slowly across the room to
join her man at the window overlooking the skyline.

Its beautiful, isnt it?Virat said, eyes fixed afar, lost in thoughts.

Yes it is. she said, But not as beautiful as you, her hand flung towards his
face and pulled it down. He rivaling response made the blood flow into her
cheeks, burning warm. The feverish passion kicked in as Virat pulled her to
him, hugging her tight, her breasts pressed against his chest, her lips sealed
against his, tongues brushing against each other. Her warm mouth tasted of
honey. Without missing a beat, he lifted Aishwarya up, held her tightly and
madehis way towards their RH2, their bedroom. She was thrown on the bed
with a soft thud, her body itching with the heat. Her lips were burning, eyes,
a shallow well of carnal hunger looking intently at her man, who was
procuring a condom from the closet.

Ready? he asked.

Yes"

Virat climbed into the bed, held hertight by her waist and gently caressed
her back though her night gown.Undress me, she said. She felt the smile
curl on his soft Bangalorean lips, that sent waves to her pleasure cortex of
the brain. The night gown was hauledout and was lying on the
floor,innocently, not witnessing the events unfurl on the bed above. She
smiled a sardonic smile that reminded Virat of an avenging angel that just
found a flaw in thedemon it was warring against. He pulled her faceto his
and kissed passionately, their world, their bubble of oblivion traversing the
rest of the world the people hurrying to work, or cooking breakfast knew of.
He led his cold hands down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure
throughout herbody. The cold burning hands caressing down spine, his lips

on hers, her full heaving breasts pressed out flat against his shirt, his chest.
Her mind was erased blank, the light of her mind outshining an entire galaxy.
Virat massaged her butt, the butt which he found perfect and irresistibly
attractive for normal men to ignore. She was thrusting her pelvis in rhythm to
his mild spanks and grabs of the cheeks of the Bengal butt.Her hands
grabbed his hair tightly and she was moaning softly as his other hand dug
into her hair, held handful of her lock and pulled it, slightly raising her face.
Her open mouth was licked, followed byher chin, her neck, and slowly her
cleavage. The actions were abruptly stopped. He whispered into her ears
Undress me, baby-She obliged and started right away with his shirts. O it
went, button by button. Alongside the gown layhis shirt. Next was his black
trousers. She gripped his erection and pressedit, rubbed it against his own
body. Take it o, baby. Take that fucking thing between your pussy and me
o. he said whispered feverishly.She undid the buttons and yanked on the
pant. The trouser slid o, and his erection sprung like adive board.

Nice boy down there, sir, she teased at his 9 incher that stood straight like
a soldier. Aishwarya pulled at his erect soldier and clutching it tight, gave a
couple of jerks. His scrotum was took hold of and was gently squeezed. A
massaging rhythm to his boy and the boys best friends. Ahh, he groaned.
The soldier was put into her mouth. Her lipspressuring the body, and her lips
swirling the head of the penis, circling and teasing it. She withdrew her lips
till the head and sucked his glans. Virat's mouth formed an O, his eyes
closed. He began to thrust into her mouth, back and forth, in rhythm. He
pulled her o from his mighty boy and, led her up his bodyand put her down
beside him. Her legs were pushed wide open. She was sprawled wide open
on the bed, stark naked. Only a French wax pubic hair, like a lone strip of
asphalt on a desert. When at thesaloon, she had decided that shed have a
Brazilian, but Virat suggested she try the French wax, which left a small
triangular strip of hair, right above the clitoral hood, few inches in length.He
ranhis hands up her right leg, missing her woman fleshby centimeters.

This is my favorite heritage in the whole wide world, damn! he teased, as

he, intentionally missed her dampened region, again.

Oh,is it now, my UNESCO? she chuckled.

Um, yes. Look at it. Id have given it a place in the Seven Wonders of the
World, he said. First. No, second, because you are the first,laser-like
focus into her eyes,thatwas enough to send her heart beating faster and
slower all at the same time.Now, sush, baby, he placed a finger on his lips,
and the same finger found itself on her lips as well.His nails scrappedat her
skin, tickling her all the way to her waist, yet again missing her vagina.

Why do you do this?

The secret to making your woman truly enjoy in bed resides in anticipation.
Pull away when shes close, play with her, push her around, make her want
you badly. Instant gratification leads you nowhere. Whats more exhaustive
than having to overwork for a thing that you desperately want? Need?

Viratbrought a bottle of almond oilfrom his closet and squirted its contents
all over her abdomen. He placed both his palms on her belly, rubbed them
against it, creating enough friction for warmth to be generated. Standing, he
slowly caressed her abdomen and proceed towards her breasts. He cupped
her right left breast and gave the right one and prickling spank that made it
go crimson. He pulled at the erect nipples and gave one a mild bite. She
moaned. Ow.. she groaned. Her hand reached to grip his forearm, but Virat
propped it right back where it was, and shook his head curtly. Not so fast,
he said. The massaging went to as the clock ticked twenty past seven. They
were here for quite a moment.Occasional nipple biting and sucking made
her want to climb the Eiel and fall from it, rocketing towards the ground.
However much she tried, her arms were pushed back towards her, him
making very clear that he doesnt want to be touchedat the time. Virat was
finished with her breasts, which now looked fresher, fuller, heavier and more
crimson that it was, and moreover dripping scented almond oil. She had her
eyes closed, in complete submission to her man, who she cherished more
than anything on earth, he was taking her away from this world. She could
sense him around her, but now she could tell he wasnt beside her, he was
right in front of her, pouring more oil onto his palmand rubbing them. Up he
held the bottle of oil and squirted it right at her clitoris. Umm More. More!
This once act made her sense heighten in unison. The waves of pleasure
emanating from her clitoris, that swept the whole canvas of her young
bodywas so immenseshe let outa moan and clutched the sheets more
tight. Virats palm found itself on her vagina, cupping it, caressing it. His
palms skirted across her vagina up and down, from right to left. Aah..
Moan moan and moan. Her lady bits was dripping with oil, bathed inthe
fragrance to his submission and inhaling the essence of his love. Her clit
found itself between his index finger and the thumb, gentling fondled and
rashly left alone. What?! What the hell?Dont leave it! He slipped two
fingers inside her vagina. Aah, yes, yes! Her eyes were still closed, but her
mouth was speaking on a higher term. An O nestled on it, and her face was
facing the ceiling, like a puppet, a puppet in trance, in resignation to its
master. His fingers eased in and out of her, engaging her vaginal walls. After
a few strokes, he decided that her pussy needs to be eaten. He dug her
inner labia that was as red as a rose, as soft as ice cream, and warm. His
tongue circled her clit, clockwise, and anitclockwise, up and down,
sideways, and every other possible combination of directions and varying
the amount ofpressure. The trance it put her into was so deep and intense
that she was riding a white horse in the garden of the heavens, gliding

across galaxies, dropping into the even horizon of the blackhole of

lovemaking. Once you go in, theres no coming backfromthe pleasure that it
oered. The gratification that was awarded to her rivaled that of paradise.
She was in bliss. Vitas powerful tongue utilized all the energy it had in
disposal and was exhausted. Afinger was slipped inside just to make room
to what wasabout to explore the already-explored-and-mapped region.'Reexploration of the universeas he called it, to communicate in secret.

Let the game begin, wasall that was said, and Virat launched towards her
for a powerful thrust that sent her breasts jerked from rest, her eyes open
instinctivelyand a moan exploding from the depths of herstomach. He
pulled back gently as, in slow motion, feeling the uneveness of her vagina,
the skin of her walls, and moreover savoring the moment watching her
emotions unfurl upon her face. Five more thrusts that mimicked this pattern
and he was suddenly below her, the reverse missionary position, his personal
favorite apart from the 69 and the actual missionary. Her butt was taken grip
of, spanked until a couple of moans resonated inside the room. He pulled her
face towards his and gave it a long kiss while continuing the pounding
rhythm of lovemaking. The sound of his pelvis hit hers filled his ears, apart
from her sighs and the moans vibrating inside his mouth, his skull. He had
handful of her hair in his fist, the pleasure that he got from lovemaking was
intense. Like jolts of electricity passing from the head of hispenis. Waves of
pure tingling pleasure reaching his brain at lightening speed. Her vagina was
getting warmer and warmer witheach stroke. Her vagina, a rainy field.
Aishwarya had no control over her sexuality and fantasies. Her vagina could
go from dry to wet, to raining wet within seconds.

Faster, faster! she groaned.

AAH."

Stroke rate jumped. Pleasure compounded, the tension just about to release.
Virat pounded her in punishing speed. She responded with equal ferocity,
perfectly fittingher pelvic movements in tempo with her mans. He went
down, she went up, he went up, she went down in perfect sync.

About to come! he groaned out loud. At the exact moment, she came
explosive. The tension was released in an earth shattering orgasm. Intense
pleasurable waves generating and in one sweeping movement advanced
over her body,hit the gong of her brain, and reached backwards to her clit
and her vagina. This was one of her best orgasms ever. The orgasm lasted
for about half a minute, by that time he had already come with a bang, the
orgasm lasting for about six to seven seconds, time froze, all the motion of
particles suspended, and he was risen to heaven and fell with a bang.
Wavesof released tension beating in his penis, exhaling fiercely. She fell on

the bed beside him, completelyexhausted. She placed her hand on his
heaving chest, and the other one on his face, stroking his stubbles. He
turnedand placed a kiss a on her forehead. It was not sexual. but a
gestureof love.

Go to sleep, Aishwarya. he said. Go to sleep. Holding herhe drifted to

sleepwhile she lied there beholding her lovely man.

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