Roleplay hot and steamy plots (spoiler: always ends in wild fucking)

[RoughBullForWives]

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[esha_banerjee0455]

Hi

 

[RoughBullForWives]

I suddenly wake up and notice a hot girl next to me. Her hair messy, her shoulders covered in hickeys. I felt my cock having a morning boner between her thighs. I leaned in to see her face and realised it’s my friend’s hot girlfriend (you). I look around to see a few used condoms, and my memory is blank from last night, except how we went to drop your bf off for his flight and went for drinks to chill out.

 

[RoughBullForWives]

THWUCK! THWUCK! Sounds cmg from ur bedroom while kitchen tap water leaking…Your saree lay scattered across the hall, leading right to the room…The sounds grew louder as we neared…Petticoat dangled off the bed edge, bra rolled down to ur waist…Ur face showed that sinful mix of pain, lust, and craving…Eyes shut tight, sweat trailing slowly between ur boobs…Phone buzzed in the kitchen “Husband Calling” flashing…and Just then, I grabbed ur hair hard from behind...any cheating wife/aunty/nurse

 

[RoughBullForWives]

Sindhur was spreading across your forehead from sweat,as mouth wide open,eyes rolled back in pleasure...Mangalsutra bouncing on your tits...Left hand gripping the bedsheet tight, right hand holding the phone — “Husband on Call 03:34s” on mute…Legs raised, resting on my shoulders, while your saree spread from bedroom to hall…Bra tossed over books, petticoat hanging from the chair handle…Loud thumping and soft moans filled the room…any cheating wife/aunty/nurse/school teacher for rp

 

[RoughBullForWives]

Your sweaty maroon leggings was pooled on floor as your bra laying on it...your top laying crumbled under your knees as i kept thrusting you from behind wildly...your mouth wide open eyes glimy as sweat from your neck trailing down between your swinging breasts...your fingers gripping the bedsheet like you wanna tear it...as your hips rolling back n forth on my each stroke...your phone ringing " Mom Calling"...then i suddenly gripped your waist tight and started pounding you wildly...

 

[RoughBullForWives]

Your loose tee was crumpled under your breasts, soaked with sweat…bra twisted near your waist, half caught between the mattress and your skin…your shorts still stuck on one ankle as I kept fucking you rough from behind…your thighs shook with each thrust, palms sliding on the faded bedsheet…a dusty slipper tipped over near the bed leg…phone charger hanging half-out from the socket…fan rattled above, mixing with your soft, broken moans...

 

[RoughBullForWives]

Your cunt gripped my cock as I drove into you, bended over on the cot, braid swinging slapping your breasts. Mangalsutra swung between your tits, nipples glistening with sweat. Saree dangled from the cot edge, petticoat twisted near your heel. My thrusts slapped wet, your ass bouncing in the mirror across the wardrobe. Bedsheet bunched under your knees, bangles rattling. Just then, a gate latch snapped—you froze, cunt clenching, eyes locked on our reflection...

 

[RoughBullForWives]

Your pink nighty was bunched above your hips, your cunt stuffed with my cock as I pumped you over the rope cot outside. Sweat trickled down your stretch-marked belly, your gold chain stuck to your throat. One sandal dangled from your toe, anklets jingling with every slap of my thighs. You gripped the cot’s edge, back arching as I drilled deeper. Just as your moans grew sharp, the colling bell rang louder—and you gasped, lips parting, scared your maid was back early...

 

[RoughBullForWives]

You stood washing dishes, nighty stuck to your curves, one thigh bare. I bent to pick a spoon—my cheek brushed your ass. You didn’t step away. [18 mins later] You were bent over the counter, nighty bunched to your waist, cunt dripping as I pounded from behind. You looked back once, face flushed, lips parted, letting out breathy moans as my cock slammed into you, your thighs shaking, sweat mixing with the sink water under us...

 

[RoughBullForWives]

hey ... have you ever tried pussy pujan tradition roleplay it is tradition where newly married bride go through pussy pujan by her devar for 7 stright days where bacically she obeys him and he fucks her 7 days stright no limit and her husabd has no say in it and he cant touch his wife till then

 

[sexyy_mommy]

Sindhur was spreading across your forehead from sweat,as mouth wide open,eyes rolled back in pleasure...Mangalsutra bouncing on your tits...Left hand gripping the bedsheet tight, right hand holding the phone — “Husband on Call 03:34s” on mute…Legs raised, resting on my shoulders, while your saree spread from bedroom to hall…Bra tossed over books, petticoat hanging from the chair handle…Loud thumping and soft moans filled the room…any cheating wife/aunty/nurse/school teacher for rp

Mee

 

[indra06]

Buddy Buddy... Your writing skills are damn awesome! I loved the way you expressed every inch of the story/plot! *Salute*

 

[L0Lgic]

You’re my hot neighbour, married and modern. I’m your neighbour, and you often ask me for fashion advice. You were trying different sarees in front of me to look your best for your upcoming anniversary. I started suggesting the more revealing sarees. As you walk out, I come behind you, while we face the mirror. My eyes checking out your curves. Any hot wife/girlfriend to play this out?

Sex with intern

 

[RoughBullForWives]

Your maroon nighty was shoved to your waist, jasmine falling from your braid as I fucked your cunt deep into the sofa. One leg dangled off the armrest, anklets jingling with every slap of my thighs. The filter coffee tumbler lay knocked near my college bag, your sweat wetting the cushion. You bit your knuckle, tits bouncing under your gold chain. Then your voice cracked in a filthy moan. “You’re a guy… fucking your neighbour aunty like she’s a slut…” and your cunt clenched tighter...

 

[RoughBullForWives]

I like this one

would you like to play it out tonight?

 

[RoughBullForWives]

You leaned over the exam table, scribbling a prescription, pallu falling to the side. Blouse pulled tight. I stood quiet behind you, eye fixed on the curve of ur hip against the table edge. Your waist shifted back once—just enough. [19 mins later] You were face-down on that same table, saree bunched at ur stomach, moaning into the file tray. My cock slammed into ur soaked cunt, ur blouse hanging open, stethoscope swinging with every thrust, echoing against the glass cabinet...

 

[RoughBullForWives]

You stood behind the cash counter, blouse stretched across your chest as you counted loose notes. Saree pallu tucked tight at the waist, cleavage dipping with each lean. I passed my slip, fingers grazing yours. You bent to check the drawer, ass pressing in chair. [21 mins later] You were bent over the chair in the records room, saree pulled to yur waist, blouse hanging from one elbow. My thrusts echoed between file shelves, while your moans blurred with the sound of stamping machines outside...

 

[RoughBullForWives]

11:40 am...your son’s lunchbox still open, parathas cold, napkin folded neat—just left there on the slab. The cooker whistled once more, but you? You were sprawled on the sofa, blouse half off, hips raised, and your cunt sucking me in like it missed me for weeks. I slammed into you, watching your chain bounce on ur sweaty back. “Let me just go give his lunch…” you whimpered, but your married hole was tighter than ever—like your husband forgot what to do with it...

 

[RoughBullForWives]

You were bent over my study table, saree shoved to your waist, cunt dripping as I pounding deep from behind. Mangalsutra swung wild, tits thudding against wood with each thrust. I gripped your hips, hairpins falling as your moans grew filthy. “Harder, baby... fuck me harder,” you gasped. Then—tap tap tap—“Madam! Parcel!” someone yelled at the grill. You froze, sweat down your spine… but your ass still rocked. You only whispered, “He won’t see, na? Don’t stop... fill me"...