Deepika Padukone secret love story
Deepika Padukone stood in front of the miror in her spacious bedroom, naked as the day she was born.

She had just taken a shower and little drops of moisture still clung to her firm young body. Deepika

examined herself from all angles.She was pretty satisfied with how she looked. Long, gorgeous brown

hair, big brown eyes. A mouth that some considered a little too wide but with luscious red lips. Her

hands roamed over her slender body, caressing her flat tummy before moving upwards to her firm

breasts. She liked her breasts, not too big for her slender frame, yet big enough to attract

immediate attention. Deepika lightly touched her large, brown nipples, moaning softly as she did so.

It had been a while since she had last had sexual gratification and the longer she went without sex,

the more sensitive her nipples got. Her hands moved downwards again, towards the vally between her

long, shapely legs. She lightly stroked the small strip of brown pubic hair that she kept neatly

trimmed. She sat down on the small chair in front of the mirror and slowly spread her legs. Stroking

the inside of her thighs, she carefully examined her womanhood. Thanks to her growing state of

excitement, her pussy lips had parted slightly, giving her a tantalising glimpse of the soft, pink

wetness within. With two fingers, she stroked her pussy lips, sending shivers of pure pleasure up

and down her spine. Briefly, she was tempted to plunge right in, but she resisted despite her

wetness. Deepika brought her fingers to her face. Holding her fingers under her nose, she inhaled

the fragrance of her womanhood. Then, her pink tongue darted from between her ruby lips and lapped

at the feminine juices coating her fingers. She loved how she tasted, tangy and salty. It was a

taste that could quickly grow to an addiction, as one former lover had once stated.

Deepika leaned back in the chair and lifted her leg. Her hands caressed the smooth skin, gently

massaging her shapely calf. She began rubbing her foot, treating herself to a nice massage. Her feet

were probably her favorite part of her body. Long, perfectly smooth, with beautiful arches and

topped off with cute little toes. Deepika would only admit to herself that she had a bit of a foot

fetish. She brought her foot up to her face. The shower had washed away most of the delicious smell

that so turned her on, but if she concentrated, she could still catch a whiff of that delicious

aroma. Closing her eyes, she began gently sucking her big toe, nibbling at the flesh and pushing her

tongue into the gap between her toes. One day, she thought to herself, I'm going to find someone who

appreciates my feet as much as I do.

Deepika reluctantly stopped her worship of her own feet. She stood up and turned around. She placed

one knee on the chair and looked over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes roamed

over the sight of her ass. She reached back and cupped a cheek with each hand, softly kneading the

tender flesh. With a finger she began tracing her crack, lightly scratching at her puckered asshole

with her fingernail. The sensation set off sparks of electricity in her brain.She rubbed the outer

rim of her darkest hole, feeling it relax under her touch, but when she tried to push her finger in,

it still resisted. Slightly bummed, Deepika raised her finger to her mouth and began sucking it.

Lubricated with a fresh coat of saliva, she once again attempted to insert her finger into her dark

temple. This time, her finger slid in with ease, right up to the first knuckle. She held it there

for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her asshole being filled. She began sliding her finger in

and out, in and out, establishing an easy rythym. When she felt comfortable with the violation of

her ass, she added another finger. Deepika closed her eyes, softly moaning as the sensation built.

Her other hand returned to her breast, kneading the firm globe, pinching and twisting her large

brown nipple. She lifted her breast and lowered her face. Her tongue lapped at the top of her

breast, which soon glistened with saliva before sucking in her nipple. She sucked it as she had

earlier sucked her big toe, the hyper-sensitive nipple throbbing in her mouth like a miniature

penis. Meanwhile, her fingers were pumping in and out, in and out. Deepika knew she was close to

orgasm. She pushed the chair out of the way and got down on her knees, never once removing her

fingers from her ass.She spread her knees and rested her face flat on the carpet, beautifully framed

by her thick brown hair. Her nipples brushed the carpet, adding to her excitement. Still pumping her

asshole, Deepika moved her other hand to her tight slit. She rubbed the outer lips that were already

soaked with her juices. Her fingers found their way inside, first one, then a second and finally a

third. She was know pumping both her holes with vigour, shoulders and hips bucking as she came

closer and closer to orgasm. She began stroking her large clit, rubbing an pinching it as her

fingers plunged in an out of her ass faster and faster.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! HHHHHHNNNNNN....AAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!"

Her body exploded into orgasm, thick squirts of feminine juices erupting from her tight slit.

Deepika collapsed on the floor. For a while, she just lay there while her body recovered from her

powerful orgasm. Finally, she brought her heand to her face, her fingers sticky from her girly cum.

Once again her tongue darted out, cleaning her fingers from the sticky residue, savouring every last

drop of her own juices. With a wet plop, she removed her fingers from her asshole. Bringing them up

to her nose, she inhaled the earthy, shitty fragrance from her own bowels.She plunged her fingers

into her wide mouth, sucking and licking them clean. At first she gagged a little from the bitter,

shitty taste, but she soon began to appreciate it. While sucking her fingers clean, she idly

wondered what it would be like to lick someone's asshole and tasting it right from the source.

Finally, Deepika got up from the floor, her body glistening wit, girl juice sticking to the inside

of her thighs.

"I guess I'd better take another shower..."