ARK and Kriti Sanon Make Love – Celebrities & Fan Fiction

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A grand Bollywood wedding reception was next on both Kriti and Aditya’s calendars. Both attended to celebrate their good friends and contemporaries, Sidharth Malhotra and Kiara Advani. As Aditya waited for Kriti’s solo pap photoshoot to finish before his turn, he ogled at her sexy figure. She wore a white chiffon sequin saree that wrapped around her thin waist and hung over her shoulder. Her tight backless modern blouse accentuated her cleavage and her loose curls framed her gorgeous face.

After taking their couple photos together, they went inside the venue and congratulated their newly-wed friends with enthusiastic hugs.

Kiara then pulled Kriti to the side and said, “Kriti I can’t believe we’re married! I mean the whole wedding was super fun! Especially the bachelorette party and I’ve heard Sid had quite the fun at his bachelor’s party!”

“I know. Adi told me,” Kriti said, remembering Aditya’s recounting of keeping the groom away from the strippers as per his duty as the best man. But in the end, he gave in to Sidharth’s emotional blackmail. Something about that being the last day of his life he could fuck any woman in the world. One last night of fun. There must have been at least three strippers that took him away to the presidential suite and locked the doors behind with devilish winks.

Kiara herself got quite drunk and started getting handsy with the strippers at her own party. Slowly but steadily Kiara’s mini dress and underwear came off one by one. Then one of the strippers fucked her completely naked in front of all the bridesmaids, sucking on her delicious tits and kissing her lips. Maid of honor, Kriti, was shocked as she watched the bride get fucked by a cheap stripper the night before her wedding but all the other bridesmaids of Kiara seemed to enjoy the live show. Some of them even joined in on her fun, sucking her tits and rubbing her clit to increase her pleasure.

On the other hand, Sidharth got the same idea as his best friend and his girlfriend. “Adi, you and Kriti make such a hot couple, man. I think the four of us should take a foreign vacation and have some fun together. You know what I mean?” he asked, smirking.

Aditya nodded saying, “You know? Kriti and I were thinking the same. In fact, we heard you two fuck in the bathroom once.”

Kiara overheard him and came over saying, “I knew it! See Sid? I told you someone was in there! Don’t worry Adi. I’m glad it was you two and not someone else. By the way, you two were fucking in there too, weren’t you?”

“Well, not quite,” Kriti answered shyly. “We have tried everything but the main dish.”

The newlyweds watched them in shock with their mouths wide open.

“What?!” Sidharth exclaimed. “You have to do it! Like now!”

His remark and the couple’s shocked faces made Aditya and Kriti laugh.

“I think tonight is the perfect night,” Kriti said, turning to Aditya. “But I think we’ll wait until we get back home.”

“Obviously, can’t just start fucking here,” Kiara joked.

The night went on as more and more Bollywood folks arrived. Kriti noticed that Aditya’s eyes kept wandering toward Ananya Panday. A tall slim gorgeous and sexy newcomer who previously claimed to have found him “hot” multiple times in a row. Kriti wondered perhaps after their foursome with Kiara and Siddharth, they could invite her over for a threesome at some point. But first things first, they had yet to make love as a couple.

Aditya snaked his hand around Kriti’s bare waist beneath her saree and pulled her in for a slow dance. Kriti wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, her lips tasting every bit of his mouth. Their warm bodies rubbed together as they danced leisurely and both were quite aroused from it. The intense kissing also helped. Their cheeks flushed red hot and chests heaved in passion when they pulled aside.

Aditya pushed Kriti’s hair apart and whispered leaning into her, “Wanna go home?”

Kriti didn’t know whose home he was asking about but she nodded right away without a second wondered.

Aditya and Kriti quickly bid farewell to the newlyweds who understood why exactly their best friends were in a rush to get out of the reception.

“Good luck, bro. Make her scream and cum hard,” Sid whispered to Adi when they hugged.

Aditya laughed awkwardly and left his embrace.

“Kriti, babe, I wanna know all the detail and if he doesn’t make you cum hard, dump him!” Kiara whispered to Kriti when they hugged.

“But I have to make him cum too,” Kriti reasoned.

“That should be super easy,” Kiara winked. “Just look at you. He won’t be able to resist your sexy body even if he tried!”

“I hope you’re right. I never had great sex before but I’m sure Adi will be good in bed,” Kriti said.

“Of course, he will be, babe. Just look at him. His cock must be at least 8 inches!” Kiara exclaimed with gleaming eyes.

“Oh size won’t be a problem at all for sure!” Kriti added.

“Okay, go now. He’s waiting for you. Enjoy your first night!” Kiara wished.

“You too! Ok bye guys! Congrats on your wedding again and have great fun tonight!” Kriti wished them in return and left with Adi in a hurry.

As soon as they passed the paps, Aditya and Kriti started kissing hungrily in the car. He grasped her hair in his hands like a wild animal and kissed all the way down from her lips to her jaw and down to her neck. As he devoured her neck and shoulder, he drew his right hand up from her bare waist to her boobs. He squeezed and mauled them over her shiny white blouse.

Kriti sucked on his pointer finger that was on her lips, coating it with her saliva, giving him a preview of what was yet to come.

Aditya would’ve ripped her saree aside and taken her right then and there if it weren’t for the driver watching them in the rearview mirror every few minutes. Instead, he lowered his lips from her neck to her luscious breasts and sucked on them, making Kriti moan softly with closed eyes. He grabbed her ass cheeks and continued to devour the exposed parts of her boobs through her blouse’s cleavage and Kriti’s moans grew louder by the minute while she clutched his hair between her fingers.

Once they arrived in front of Aditya’s apartment building, he carried her in his arms all the way up to his apartment. He quickly entered the code and used his fingerprint to unlock the main door and slowly carried her to his bedroom. After swiftly laying her down on his soft silk sheets, he pushed Kriti’s hair apart and kissed her quivering lips.

“I love you, Kriti,” he mumbled between his kisses which made her grasp his neck harder and push her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss.

She pushed his suit off his shoulders, threw it on the floor, and started to unbutton his shirt. But then Aditya started kissing her neck again. She turned her head to allow him better access. She gasped and curled her toes, her face flushing red hot. When Kriti felt her lacy panties get wet under his caressing, she flipped him around so that he was under her. She leaned down to kiss him while unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. She took his lead and kissed his neck, grazing her teeth on his soft flesh.

“I love you, Adi,” Kriti whispered before she left a trail of kisses down his chest, making sure to taste every inch of his body.

At last, she teased him by kissing the top of his crotch right above his waistline and he could no longer hold himself. He grabbed her arms and flipped her under his warm and protective body. She stared at him lustfully as he sat up and pulled off the material of her white sequin saree from her shoulder, exposing her deep cleavage and entire stomach right down to her crotch in her tight, sleeveless and backless saree blouse which was essentially an embellished bralette.

Aditya leaned into her chest and ravished her cleavage while Kriti took off his shirt completely and caressed his naked back. Then he turned her on her stomach and pushed her hair to the front so that he could unhook her skimpy saree blouse. He kissed her bare back slowly and deliberately. Kriti turned around and flipped him under her almost bare chest. She allowed him to kiss her neck and cleavage for a minute before she pulled out the blouse from under her and threw it away. Her stiff tits dug into his chest but then he shifted lower and took one in his mouth. Kriti’s pussy quivered as he devoured her tits and she moaned softly while grinding on his bulge.

He turned her around on her back and softly caressed her wet tits with his thumbs. Then he drew the transparent fabric of her saree over her chest and sucked hungrily on her erect delicious brown tits, switching back and forth between her boobs while fondling the other. He got rid of the fabric and repeated the same, taking his time with Kriti’s breasts.

Kriti arched her back and grabbed onto the headboard as Aditya lifted up her saree, exposing her ass, only a skimpy little triangle of her white lacy thong covering her anus and pussy. Her pussy juices leaked from the sides. He rubbed her pussy over the fabric and felt it soaking wet under his fingers. He pulled her thong apart and fingered her while his tongue worked on her tits. Before she could climax, Kriti grabbed him and turned him around. She fondled his bulge between her legs while smashing down her lips against his, waiting for it to grow bigger and harder. Finally, she took off his pants and boxers, making him stark naked in the dark room. She kissed him before grabbing his rock-hard dick in her fist and stroking it up and down.

Aditya groaned as Kriti pleasured him but then flipped her under his naked body and rubbed the tip of his bulging cock on her clit. Kriti moaned in gorgeous pleasure as he spread her arms wide and sucked her neck and then her boobs while his erect cock rubbed up and down her wet pussy lips the entire time.

Then he reached for the drawer of the nightstand, took out a condom and put it on quickly.

Finally, he looked into her eyes for permission and she nodded so he slowly inserted his cock into her slippery pussy and rocked back and forth against her crotch.

“Ah, yes! Fuck me, Adi! Yeah, fuck me!” Kriti moaned as his thrusts grew faster and faster.

Kriti then got on top of him and rode his cock under her saree. She clutched her hair with both her hands and moaned with closed eyes while her boobs bounced around wildly. Aditya thrust up into her by grabbing her waist hard. The sounds of sex and skin-to-skin contact filled the room.

When she leaned in to kiss his lips, Aditya wrapped his arms around her back and got up carrying her. He put her down on the dresser and fucked her tight little cunt and she loved it as far as he could tell from her pleased expression.

Then he made her face mirror and leaned down before he leaned into her ears and whispered dirty things. Then he lifted her saree up and jammed his cock into her pussy.

“Yeah baby, fuck me harder! Baby make me cum!” Kriti screamed as he rocked back and forth into her while staring into her lustful face in the mirror.

Sometime later, their legs gave out and they fell to the carpeted floor of the bedroom. It was so soft and fuzzy that it almost felt like a bed. Kriti’s saree was loosely wrapped around her body and once again, Aditya fucked her hard but on the floor this time. She wrapped her legs around his jiggly ass and her arms around his back as he nailed her into the fuzzy carpet. His broad chest crushed her nipples as he leaned down to kiss her hard.

Then he lifted her up and carried her to his balcony. There was a thunderstorm outside but neither of them cared. Within seconds of stepping out, they were completely soaked in rainwater. Nevertheless, they continued their love-making session. His apartment was high enough and far enough away from neighbors that no one would be able to notice them, especially in the rainstorm. He sat down on a recliner with her on his lap and she once again rode his cock but he could tell that she was a lot more turned on out in the rain and with the risk of being caught fucking. Kriti kissed his whole neck and lips while pumping her legs into him.

Aditya slowly and steadily got rid of the rest of her saree one pleat at a time as she fucked him. She was only in her slim petticoat skirt when he lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom. He had her lean against the marble wall as he fell in front of her and unzipped the wet petticoat which fell to the floor and bunched up around her. He leaned into her perfectly shaved little pussy and tasted it a little at a time, swirling his tongue on her clit, until he was completely eating her out. No matter how much she shook and moaned or how tight she clutched his wet hair, his tongue didn’t stop working on her.

He then took her into the shower and turned it on. He made her raise one leg and rest it on the shower stool to have her legs spread out for him. Then he leaned into her neck and slipped his cock inside her warm and snug pussy, thrusting into her against the wall. Kriti leaned into his face while wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“Oh yeah, baby. Just like that, baby. Oh, that feels so good!” Kriti moaned quietly as Aditya teasingly slid in and out of her deliberately and deeply.

Suddenly, he turned the shower off, took her back into the bedroom, sat down on the sofa, and made her sit on his lap.

“Open wide,” he gently whispered into her ears as if she were a child and she loved the way he treated her.

“Okay,” she replied sarcastically as if she were at the doctor’s office and spread her legs wide.

He aligned his cock back into her pussy and his right hand played with her clit and the left, with her boobs. Kriti moaned softly with closed eyes as he jammed up his cock into her and she bounced on his thighs. Aditya kissed her neck and shoulder while his fingers circled her clit. She turned around and kissed him passionately.

The intense kissing continued as he got up, she turned toward him and they walked backward to his bed.

They got into the scissor position and began to buck into each other, moaning and groaning and whimpering. Kriti leaned her forehead against his, their lips only a little gap away from touching. Both their eyebrows scrunched and their lips quivered as they enjoyed the intense pleasure of their lovemaking.

“Ah, Adi, you’re perfect. Ah, fuck!” she moaned in pure bliss as he fucked her just right.

Aditya finally made Kriti lie down on her back on the bed and he climbed on top of her. As he leaned down to kiss her, he pushed his cock deeper inside her and continued to fuck her. Kriti tried hard to keep up with his pace as she pumped her hips to take him in and out of her.

At last, Kriti’s pussy clenched around his cock and a wave of intense orgasms hit her. As her pussy spasmed around him, Aditya fucked her even faster and harder, the squelching sounds of their cum and skin slamming against skin filled the room until he came hard inside her.

They breathed heavily looking into each other’s eyes but then laughed.

“Best sex I’ve had in my life!” Kriti sighed in satisfaction and then kissed him. “But cuddling with you after sex is the best part.”

Aditya nodded in agreement. “I could do this for the rest of my life,” he whispered and hugged her warm body before they both fell asleep with their naked bodies intertwined under the cozy blanket.

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