Indian slut boy
It’s always been my fantasy to be used as a sex slave. That is exactly what had happened when one of the readers of my story contacted me. Her name is Diva.
It’s always been my fantasy to be used as a sex slave. That is exactly what had happened when one of the readers of my story contacted me. Her name is Diva.
Sonali and I have been best friends for a long time. Since she didn’t have anything to do during Diwali, I invited her to go on a journey to Sikkim.
For years, I’ve had a crush on my neighbor, Rosna aunty. However, because of her family’s presence, I was unable to make my move. But all that changed.
It’s been a while since I had seen my stepdad Rashid. Since my mom’s passing, he became lonely. Maybe that is why he couldn’t keep his hands off my wife Aisha.
After the south Indian girl Veena’s initial interaction with Savior, she simply couldn’t get his words out of her mind. While at the library, she was again contacted by him. Find out what happened.
I met an amazing MILF at the gym. Though she had a hubby, she was a thrill seeker. Hence, why she came over to flirt with me; that is how our journey began.
Savior found his perfect match. Her name is Veena. As they chatted, their longing for each other grew. They chose to play a game of truth or dare.
Our Nepal trip was getting more exciting. While at Nagarkot, my hubby and I ended up having some fun in the car with the driving watching and masturbating.
I have always been devoted to my boyfriend of three years. However, when I met Faizal, I couldn’t control myself. His charm worked on me like magic.
I always dreamt about “doing it” with my boyfriend but never had the opportunity. So one day, I used the excuse of my boobs hurting to get him to come over.