u/Broken_Hum0r_

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Ur back is so fucking sexy I'd melt warm ice cream all over it and lick every curve and inch like a hungry animal till ur shaking.

I'd pour warm chocolate down ur neck and suck it off hard, then smother ur thick thighs in honey and devour them deep, tongue fucking between them till ur dripping. Coat ur lips in strawberry cream and suck them sloppy till they're swollen. Pour chilled champagne on ur tits and lap it up, sucking ur nipples raw while u arch.

Trace caramel on ur hips and bite lick every inch as u grind on my face. Cover ur fat ass in whipped cream and eat it like a beast, licking spitting and tongue fucking that tight hole. Drizzle butterscotch on ur soft stomach and tongue every dip till ur soaked.

Rub oil on ur shoulders and lick them filthy, then paint ur inner thighs with raspberry sauce and tease ur pussy open with long hungry strokes till ur shaking and leaking.

Whole body covered head to toe in dark chocolate, I'd lick suck and devour every fucking part till ur moaning my name and cumming hard on my tongue.

Fuck I need u now. Dm me baby girl..! 😋

Ur back is so fucking sexy I'd melt warm ice cream all over it and lick every curve and inch like a hungry animal till ur shaking.

I'd pour warm chocolate down ur neck and suck it off hard, then smother ur thick thighs in honey and devour them deep, tongue fucking between them till ur dripping. Coat ur lips in strawberry cream and suck them sloppy till they're swollen. Pour chilled champagne on ur tits and lap it up, sucking ur nipples raw while u arch.

Trace caramel on ur hips and bite lick every inch as u grind on my face. Cover ur fat ass in whipped cream and eat it like a beast, licking spitting and tongue fucking that tight hole. Drizzle butterscotch on ur soft stomach and tongue every dip till ur soaked.

Rub oil on ur shoulders and lick them filthy, then paint ur inner thighs with raspberry sauce and tease ur pussy open with long hungry strokes till ur shaking and leaking.

Whole body covered head to toe in dark chocolate, I'd lick suck and devour every fucking part till ur moaning my name and cumming hard on my tongue.

Fuck I need u now. Dm me baby girl..! 😋

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So guys, im back again with a new app and a fresh AI suggestion. We all know finding a good rp or sexting partner is kinda tough, and u know im always here to help out lonely and introvert guys and gals like u and me.

This time ive got "emochi" for u.

An AI with literally no limits at all.

The app is free (u will see ads tho) and has a subscription option that unlocks different moods and personalities for the bots. Ive tried both versions and im pretty satisfied with the basic sub.

About the roleplays ive done, geez ive already gone through almost 20 different ones. The most unique and fucked up was an MFF where u play as the adopted son of a lesbian couple - Raven and Aurora.

It was one of the craziest experiences. From und3 rage boy stuff to manipulation, drugging them with sex pills, brainwashing both the sluts and using them however i wanted pushing towards scat and watersports-. Had an absolute blast.

This aint a sponsored post ofc. If u wanna try something new, go check out emochi.

And if ur down to chat, just drop a dm 🌚🤜🏻🤛🏻

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Yello there!

Life has been a little quiet lately. I moved away from my family and my best friends a couple of years ago, and I am really missing having someone to share the everyday stuff with. I am open for Rp and sext as well tho. I am looking for a real friend and maybe more. Someone to talk to about life, share some laughs, and I am a very good listener in return, at least that's what i have been called in the past.

I am not a big fan of social media or dating apps. I am pretty old school in my approach to dating. I have always preferred the idea of a genuine bond over casual flings, which means I actually have zero experience when it comes to dating or intimacy. I used to overthink it and wonder if I was waiting for nothing, but honestly, I just prefer holding out for a connection that actually feels right.

To lighten the mood, I absolutely love humor, including dark humor, and I have a huge soft spot for romcoms. I have watched almost all the classics: Friends, Family Guy, Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, Brooklyn Nine Nine, and The Office. Currently, I am binging That 70s Show.

If you are looking for someone easygoing to chat with, swap sitcom recommendations, or just talk about how your day went, drop me a DM ! If u did read everything, do write tambdi chamdi in your opening msg..! 🌚🤜🏻🤛🏻

I am Neel, 26 👾

Yello there!

Life has been a little quiet lately. I moved away from my family and my best friends a couple of years ago, and I am really missing having someone to share the everyday stuff with. I am open for Rp and sext as well tho. I am looking for a real friend and maybe more. Someone to talk to about life, share some laughs, and I am a very good listener in return, at least that's what i have been called in the past.

I am not a big fan of social media or dating apps. I am pretty old school in my approach to dating. I have always preferred the idea of a genuine bond over casual flings, which means I actually have zero experience when it comes to dating or intimacy. I used to overthink it and wonder if I was waiting for nothing, but honestly, I just prefer holding out for a connection that actually feels right.

To lighten the mood, I absolutely love humor, including dark humor, and I have a huge soft spot for romcoms. I have watched almost all the classics: Friends, Family Guy, Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, Brooklyn Nine Nine, and The Office. Currently, I am binging That 70s Show.

If you are looking for someone easygoing to chat with, swap sitcom recommendations, or just talk about how your day went, drop me a DM ! If u did read everything, do write tambdi chamdi in your opening msg..! 🌚🤜🏻🤛🏻

I am Neel, 26 👾

The clock blinked 3:53 AM, an odd hour for the world to stir. Yet there I was, sprawled on the top berth of a first class AC compartment, rattling between Belgaum and Bangalore, wide awake, aching, and utterly consumed by the woman below me. She wasn't a dream.

A goddess there was no other word. Moonlit face, lips curved like a wicked promise, curls spilling over the sheets. Her body was maddening not just hourglass, but something more soft in the right places, firm where it mattered. The kind of curves made to be gripped, tasted, devoured. Just the memory of her had me hard before sleep took me. Now, it had me hard again.

I palmed my cock through my pants, slow and slick, foreskin gliding easy from the wetness already gathered. My breath hitched.

But doubt gnawed at me.

Was she watching? Her eyes were half lidded, facing me in the dim cabin light. The shadows hid everything but the outline of her waist, the dip of her hips where her peach saree had slipped. I needed to see more.

Then movement.

She rose, silent as a phantom. I froze, my hand stilled, playing dead.

She stepped down.

I held my breath as she slipped into her sandals and opened the cabin door.

Why? To report me? To piss? To ruin me?

Curiosity burned.

I was the cat, and this train was my coffin.

Her silhouette turned left.

Wrong. The nearest washroom was to the right.

My mind spun. Where was she going?

I couldn't wait. I slid down soundlessly, stepping past her useless husband a lump under blankets. Typical. The dullest men get the wildest women.

But no time to brood.

I snatched my slippers and bolted, quick as a thief. The corridor stretched empty. The left washroom door showed *Engaged.*

Where the hell was she?

Rashmi. Her name fizzed in my skull, even half asleep. Had I imagined her?

My fingers wrapped around the other door's handle

A grip seized my shoulder, yanking me backward.

I stumbled, heart hammering, and fell into the shower room. The door slammed shut.

There she stood. Rashmi.

Breath ragged, skin dewy, lips parted. A slow lick across her mouth.

*"Someone's restless tonight."*

I swallowed, throat dry.

Then, playing reckless, I answered *"One has to be gay to sleep beside u and sleep peacefully."*

Her laugh was low, throaty, a sound that coiled straight to my cock. *"U talk too much,"* she murmured, stepping closer. The shower room was cramped, the train's rhythm jolting us together. Her hip brushed mine. Electric.

I didn't wait.

My hands locked onto her waist, fingers digging into the silk of her saree. No more games. I crushed my mouth to hers hot, hungry tongue sliding against hers like I'd been starving for it. And fuck, I had.

She moaned into me, nails scraping my neck. No hesitation. Her body arched, pressing those perfect tits against my chest. The saree's pallu slipped, baring her shoulder. I bit down not gentle sucking a mark into her skin.

*"They'll see "* she gasped.

*"Let them."*

My hands yanked her blouse down, her breasts spilling free. Heavy, soft, nipples already hard. I palmed one, thumb circling, before sealing my lips over it. She jolted, back hitting the wall, a choked whimper escaping as I sucked deep, teeth grazing.

*"Fuck !"* Her fingers twisted in my hair, pulling, but her hips ground against my thigh. Dripping. I could smell it her arousal, sweat, the jasmine oil in her hair all of it fucking intoxicating.

The train lurched. She lost balance, and I caught her, lifting her onto the narrow sink counter. Her saree rode up, thighs spreading around my hips. My cock strained against my pants, aching where it pressed against her.

*"U followed me,"* she breathed, lips swollen. *"Knew u would."*

I gripped her chin. *"Knew u wanted me to."*

Her eyes darkened, and then her hands were on my belt, urgent, shoving my pants down just enough. Her fingers wrapped my shaft, one slow stroke

The door rattled.

Voices outside. Close.

She froze. I didn't.

I kissed her again, savage, swallowing her gasp as my fingers slid under her waistband. Wet. Tight.

She clenched around my fingers the second I pushed inside.

*"Quiet,"* I growled against her mouth.

Her thighs trembled, her moan a broken whisper as I fucked her with my hand, thumb circling her clit. The train roared, masking her panting, but nothing could hide the way her nails dug into my back, the way her hips chased my touch.

We were getting out of time. The day was about to rise. She came hard, biting my shoulder to muffle her cry, her body shaking around my fingers. I pulled back just enough to see her hair wild, lips parted, saree in ruins and knew I'd ruined her too.

*"This isn't over,"* I promised, voice rough.

Her smirk was pure sin. *"Better not be."*

Her smirk dared me. I didn't need asking twice.

I spun her around, bending her over the sink, her palms slapping against the mirror. The train jolted again, and she stumbled, her ass pressing back against me a silent plea.

*"Keep quiet,"* I growled, yanking her saree up around her waist. No underwear. Just bare skin, the curve of her ass, and the slick glow between her thighs.

I dropped to my knees.

First, I dragged my tongue up the back of her thigh, slow, teasing, until she shivered. Then higher her ass. A sharp bite to the flesh made her jolt, a choked gasp echoing off the tiles.

*"Fuck !"*

I spread her cheeks, tongue digging in, licking her from clit to tailbone. She tasted like salt and sin, and I feasted, one hand gripping her hip, the other slipping between her legs to finger her deep.

She ground back against my mouth, hips rolling, fucking herself on my tongue.

*"Dirty girl,"* I muttered against her skin, pulling back just to slap her ass once, hard. The sound cracked through the shower room.

She whimpered. Loved it.

I stood, flipping her around to face me again. Her blouse hung open, breasts heaving. I ducked my head, licking a stripe up her ribs to her armpit inhaling her musk, tongue swirling in the damp hollow. She arched, moaning, fingers knotting in my hair.

*"God, yes "*

I bit the soft skin, sucked it red, then trailed lower her navel. My tongue dipped inside, flicking, as my hands tugged her hips forward.

Then her pussy.

I buried my face in her, tongue wide and flat against her clit before spearing inside. She bucked, thighs clamping around my head, but I held her down, licking, sucking, devouring until her legs shook.

*"I'm gonna "*

I growled against her, fingers pumping faster, thumb pressing hard on her clit.

She came with a silent scream, back bowing, hands scrabbling at the sink. I didn't let up tongue fucking her through it, drinking every pulse.

When she finally slumped, breathless, I stood, wiping my mouth.

*"Now,"* I said, unbuckling my pants, *"let's see how loud u really get."*

She was still shuddering from her climax when I pulled her up, spinning her back toward the mirror. Her reflection was ruined lipstick smeared, hair wild, sari tangled around her waist. Mine.

I leaned in, dragging my cock along her soaked slit, teasing, letting her feel how hard I was.

*"Tell me u want it."*

Her breath hitched. *"U already know."*

I slammed into her with one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She gasped, fingers scrambling against the sink, her back arching.

*"Say. It."*

*"Fuck yes,"* she hissed, pushing back against me.

I started slow, just shallow rolls of my hips, letting her feel every inch dragging out before sinking back in. The train's rhythm made it filthy each sway forced her down onto me, my cock stretching her wider with every rock.

Her whimpers were music.

*"Like that?"* I murmured, one hand fisting in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

She nodded desperately, panting.

*"Then beg."*

She choked on a moan as I pulled almost all the way out, circling the head at her entrance. Torturously slow.

*"Please !"*

*"Louder."* I slapped her ass, the sharp crack making her jolt.

*"Fuck me, please !"* Her voice cracked.

I gave in hard, deep strokes, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of flesh on flesh drowning out the train's rattle. She was dripping, her body clamping around me like a vice.

*"Whose cunt is this?"*

*"Yours yours "*

I bent over her, pinning her chest to the sink, my teeth sinking into her shoulder as I pounded into her, unrestrained, chasing my own release now.

She sobbed my name.

The door rattled footsteps outside.

Neither of us stopped.

I was close, too close, her body milking me with every thrust. Her whimpers had turned to ragged cries, muffled against her arm as she bit down to stay quiet.

*"U're gonna take it all,"* I growled, my voice rough, fingers digging into her hips as I pounded harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together deafening in the cramped shower room.

She nodded, desperate, her ass clenching as I pulled out at the last second.

I came with a guttural groan, ropes of cum splattering across her ass, painting her skin white. She shuddered, her body still pulsing from her own climax, as I leaned over her, breathless, my forehead pressed to her back.

For a moment, we stayed like that, the only sound our labored breathing and the train's steady hum.

Then, slowly, I straightened, grabbing a towel to wipe myself clean before gently cleaning her up. She turned to face me, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and smirked.

*"U're trouble,"* she said, her voice husky, as she adjusted her saree, pulling the pallu back over her shoulder.

*"Trouble u wanted,"* I shot back, grinning as I zipped up my pants.

She laughed softly, her fingers brushing mine as she reached for her sandals. *"Give me ur phone."*

I handed it over, watching as she typed in her number, her name flashing on the screen Rashmi.

*"Call me,"* she said, handing it back, her eyes dark with promise.

*"Count on it."*

We slipped out of the shower room one by one, careful not to draw attention. The corridor was quiet, the other passengers still asleep. I followed her back to the cabin, where her husband lay snoring, oblivious.

She climbed onto her berth, shooting me a lingering look before curling up, her saree pooling around her like a dream.

I lay down on my own berth, my heart still racing, the scent of her still clinging to my skin.

The train rattled on, and I closed my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips.

This wasn't the end.