Mom had promised me that she and I would celebrate my eighteenth birthday at our cabin by the mountainside. I was eagerly looking forward for the occasion. I had always loved to visit our old little cabin, situated at the foothills. I also knew that perhaps it would be our last holidaying together for this season.
With the winters were about to go, but the whether was still very cold. We all were looking forward for the upcoming summers. Within weeks the weather would slowly start getting warm and pleasant, it would not be long, before our small hillside town would be flocked by tourists.
Mom would be very busy for the remaining season. Mom was a tourist guide as well as a rock-climbing coach. During the lean seasons, she worked part time at a local gym, teaching fat rich ladies the art of getting slim. However, in the summers, she would take a break from her gymnasium and do what she liked most, hiking and teaching people about rock climbing and mountaineering.
Our little town is a major tourist destination, for the nature lovers and the fun seeking freaks, who wouldn't mind spending a few extra bucks for enjoying and learning mountaineering, and mom was certainly good at it. There is another reason, why she loved her summer job very much; it gave her a chance to earn quite a handsome amount during the season, sometimes sufficient to support her and I, for the remaining months of the year.
Showing posts with label young boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label young boy. Show all posts
Thursday, 3 February 2022
Hiking in the Mountains
Tuesday, 28 November 2017
Monday, 20 November 2017
Sunday, 19 November 2017
The Guidance of Nephews - Part 1
Saroja's situation was really remarkable. She pondered the events leading to this day, when she was nursing three cocks at the same time. Nursing is the only word that could adequately describe what she was doing. It had not yet become an outright gang-bang and she couldn't say if it would become that. Yet, there was one cock in her mouth which she was lovingly kissing and pumping with her mouth, another in her fist which she was rewarding with strokes, and a third which she was consoling by caresses with the sole of her foot.
All three cocks were just being petted, caressed and fondled. None was a complete fuck. At least, not yet. Neither of three men was bold enough to react on their own to add to the chemistry. And that is because men don't open out to each other or in front of other men so easily.
Perhaps that is why gang-bangs don't happen so often or so easily in India. We don't have football locker rooms where could get comfortable with one another.
Or is it because men compete for the attentions of a woman and that doesn't come easily in our overfull houses and an approach that is actually fear rather than conservatism? Given a chance....
And due to the competitive and starved scenario no man really lets on about his sex life; they like to perpetuate the myth that each is a lothario.
And that is why the three young men with Saroja did not respond or participate fully in the initial period. They were unsure of each other and because the bullock cart in which they were traveling was shadowy inside in the evening light, they didn't know that Saroja was active with the others too.
All three cocks were just being petted, caressed and fondled. None was a complete fuck. At least, not yet. Neither of three men was bold enough to react on their own to add to the chemistry. And that is because men don't open out to each other or in front of other men so easily.
Perhaps that is why gang-bangs don't happen so often or so easily in India. We don't have football locker rooms where could get comfortable with one another.
Or is it because men compete for the attentions of a woman and that doesn't come easily in our overfull houses and an approach that is actually fear rather than conservatism? Given a chance....
And due to the competitive and starved scenario no man really lets on about his sex life; they like to perpetuate the myth that each is a lothario.
And that is why the three young men with Saroja did not respond or participate fully in the initial period. They were unsure of each other and because the bullock cart in which they were traveling was shadowy inside in the evening light, they didn't know that Saroja was active with the others too.
Saturday, 18 November 2017
Worship: But Not The Planned One
You could blame it on the situation. The temple queue was such a crush that it was inevitable that the people in the queue were pressed together in all sorts of awkward ways.
But when Srikant, an 18-year old from her neighborhood first brushed against Shobha aunty (mami) in that crowd he was guilty of allowing it to happen rather easily. He had always secretly fantasized about Shobha aunty, with her full bosom and enticing way of wearing her saree. She always showed cleavage, her face was radiant and she wore flowers in her hair -- which somehow seemed raunchy to him.
She always seemed dressed to seduce; or was it just the desire in the eyes of the 18- year old boy that she looked that seductive?
And when she came up against the awkward and geeky youth from in the temple crowd, she recognized him from get togethers though she did not know him by name. She immensely preferred him to the anonymous males brushing up against her and crushing against her. And not all those brushes and crushes seemed forced; now here was that cock rubbing itself on her ample, rounded ass, even pausing between her buttocks for an extra rub. Her reaction was somewhere between bubbling desire and revulsion.
But when Srikant, an 18-year old from her neighborhood first brushed against Shobha aunty (mami) in that crowd he was guilty of allowing it to happen rather easily. He had always secretly fantasized about Shobha aunty, with her full bosom and enticing way of wearing her saree. She always showed cleavage, her face was radiant and she wore flowers in her hair -- which somehow seemed raunchy to him.
She always seemed dressed to seduce; or was it just the desire in the eyes of the 18- year old boy that she looked that seductive?
And when she came up against the awkward and geeky youth from in the temple crowd, she recognized him from get togethers though she did not know him by name. She immensely preferred him to the anonymous males brushing up against her and crushing against her. And not all those brushes and crushes seemed forced; now here was that cock rubbing itself on her ample, rounded ass, even pausing between her buttocks for an extra rub. Her reaction was somewhere between bubbling desire and revulsion.
Friday, 17 November 2017
The Absence
When she awoke she was looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. She had to remind herself about where she was. Slowly she remembered. She was in Jayshree madam's house. The family had gone to the US for a month. But the son could not travel as he had a crucial college year. So, they asked her to change her work timings. She was required to make lunch, be there when the boy returned from college.
So that is where she was. In that house. Next, she realized that she had no clothes on. At all. Nor were any of her clothes in sight. In which room of the house was she? This was the guest room. And as she became more awake she became aware of the smells around her. Her own smells and the smells of ...
It was just the first day of the new timings. Laxmi had rejigged all the other house timings where she did work. She decided to give the young man a good lunch on the first day so that he felt reassured about the quality of her cooking. She made an excellent mutton curry and then there was nothing to do. She had to wait for Lokesh to return from college. As always, her feet were aching. It was stressful, walking from one house to another and then on her feet all day doing various house chores. She rarely got a moment to sit. But since Jayashree madam just wanted someone around the house, and since there was no one at home, there was nothing to do.
So that is where she was. In that house. Next, she realized that she had no clothes on. At all. Nor were any of her clothes in sight. In which room of the house was she? This was the guest room. And as she became more awake she became aware of the smells around her. Her own smells and the smells of ...
It was just the first day of the new timings. Laxmi had rejigged all the other house timings where she did work. She decided to give the young man a good lunch on the first day so that he felt reassured about the quality of her cooking. She made an excellent mutton curry and then there was nothing to do. She had to wait for Lokesh to return from college. As always, her feet were aching. It was stressful, walking from one house to another and then on her feet all day doing various house chores. She rarely got a moment to sit. But since Jayashree madam just wanted someone around the house, and since there was no one at home, there was nothing to do.
Thursday, 16 November 2017
Suguna's Tuition Classes
Both women were wet between the legs almost instantly as Saroja initiated the discussion. And yet, the words that came out of Suguna's mouth were hypocritical in the extreme.
"You want me to do what?" exclaimed Saroja's former maid Suguna.
Saroja had come looking for her maid Suguna many months after she had moved away and changed her residence just to avoid coming face to face with her. It was embarrassing to be back but Saroja had no choice.
It started very innocuously with Saroja looking for ways to fill her hours. She started taking classes for kids that lived in that apartment block for classes 6, 7 and 8; basically all the 13- and 14- year olds. Soon she was handling a gaggle of may be a dozen kids.
All was going well in her life. She had had one episode of her husband Arvind's uncle coming down to fight with her. She had conquered that by exposing Uncle's sexuality and then dousing and quenching it with her own so that the old man could no longer take the high moral ground.
Having distanced herself from everything in those steamy months when she fucked her nephews and brother-in-law, got spotted by the maid, allowed that woman to manipulate her, unwillingly tasted the animalness of the maid's husband and then Arvind's uncle, Saroja settled down to the relatively tame life of the typical south Indian housewife.
"You want me to do what?" exclaimed Saroja's former maid Suguna.
Saroja had come looking for her maid Suguna many months after she had moved away and changed her residence just to avoid coming face to face with her. It was embarrassing to be back but Saroja had no choice.
It started very innocuously with Saroja looking for ways to fill her hours. She started taking classes for kids that lived in that apartment block for classes 6, 7 and 8; basically all the 13- and 14- year olds. Soon she was handling a gaggle of may be a dozen kids.
All was going well in her life. She had had one episode of her husband Arvind's uncle coming down to fight with her. She had conquered that by exposing Uncle's sexuality and then dousing and quenching it with her own so that the old man could no longer take the high moral ground.
Having distanced herself from everything in those steamy months when she fucked her nephews and brother-in-law, got spotted by the maid, allowed that woman to manipulate her, unwillingly tasted the animalness of the maid's husband and then Arvind's uncle, Saroja settled down to the relatively tame life of the typical south Indian housewife.
Friday, 10 November 2017
New Beginnings
When he reached out and grabbed her wrist it was a spontaneous act.
Rangappa, over 60 years old was a fit and strong man. Early morning walks ended with a Yoga session. At the end of that Yoga session he would go back to his room on the first floor of his house and lie down.
His body would be energized and in this phase he would lie down and allow his body to relax completely.
Yoga increases circulation and opens up blood flow in vessels. A strong erection was the inevitable result and Rangappa allowed the freshness and power of the early morning erection.
His wife hardly maintained herself and sex at their age was a thing of the past.
Every once in a while Rangappa tamed his erection with a vigorous session of masturbation. On many other days he just enjoyed the fact that his body felt so alive.
No one disturbed him up here in his den. His wife had her own morning routines and typically stayed out of his way.
Rangappa, over 60 years old was a fit and strong man. Early morning walks ended with a Yoga session. At the end of that Yoga session he would go back to his room on the first floor of his house and lie down.
His body would be energized and in this phase he would lie down and allow his body to relax completely.
Yoga increases circulation and opens up blood flow in vessels. A strong erection was the inevitable result and Rangappa allowed the freshness and power of the early morning erection.
His wife hardly maintained herself and sex at their age was a thing of the past.
Every once in a while Rangappa tamed his erection with a vigorous session of masturbation. On many other days he just enjoyed the fact that his body felt so alive.
No one disturbed him up here in his den. His wife had her own morning routines and typically stayed out of his way.
Monday, 6 November 2017
Across Rooftops
Sheila assumed that because her building was the tallest in the area no one could really spot her. She had built her house in a style to remind of her Shillong days; that was not so easy considering that this South Indian city was rapidly losing its greenery.
And while the rooms and much of the house was on the ground and first floor, on the second floor she had her room, surrounded by a riotous burst of greenery, shrubs and ornamental plants. It was her refuge. As her son grew into a teenager she found it necessary to meet the needs of her bubbling cauldron of sexuality in different ways than it had been in the past.
Over the years she had a string of lovers. Some dearer to her with whom she spent long, languorous hours when the house was quiet. Others were more to do with her lust unleashed as she took a fancy to a young man and devoured him as a special treat. On many of the occasions the quiet of her house was rent apart by the animal bellowing she allowed herself.
And while the rooms and much of the house was on the ground and first floor, on the second floor she had her room, surrounded by a riotous burst of greenery, shrubs and ornamental plants. It was her refuge. As her son grew into a teenager she found it necessary to meet the needs of her bubbling cauldron of sexuality in different ways than it had been in the past.
Over the years she had a string of lovers. Some dearer to her with whom she spent long, languorous hours when the house was quiet. Others were more to do with her lust unleashed as she took a fancy to a young man and devoured him as a special treat. On many of the occasions the quiet of her house was rent apart by the animal bellowing she allowed herself.
Saturday, 12 August 2017
Grandma's Rituals
On the king size bed in the privacy of their bedroom Alka was thrashing her body wildly while her husband was pounding his cock deep into cunt. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her cunt and knew that any moment he may spurt. As she lifted her legs and allowed his cock to penetrate deeper, giving a final trust her husband spent his sperm into her and being exhausted lay upon her crushing her on the bed. She liked it as it was on rare occasion that he fucked her, more so when he had planned to go on a tour. It was his way of telling her that he will out for few days. Alka looked forward for his tours as it was during this time he used her body.
Today it was different as her husband had asked her to take their son and visit her mother. She was worried thinking about her mother who came from a nomad family. She was worried about the stories her mother would tell her teenaged son. She was worried it may upset him. Apart from the stories the rituals her mother believed in were shocking to some extent.
Was it necessary to take her son along was the question running through her mind. It would have been okay if they had to stay for a day or two, but her husband was keen in her having a long holiday. He had hinted a month. How was she going to control his son so long in the small hamlet was what that was harping her.
Today it was different as her husband had asked her to take their son and visit her mother. She was worried thinking about her mother who came from a nomad family. She was worried about the stories her mother would tell her teenaged son. She was worried it may upset him. Apart from the stories the rituals her mother believed in were shocking to some extent.
Was it necessary to take her son along was the question running through her mind. It would have been okay if they had to stay for a day or two, but her husband was keen in her having a long holiday. He had hinted a month. How was she going to control his son so long in the small hamlet was what that was harping her.
Thursday, 18 May 2017
Indian Wife's Holiday
My wife and I planned went on our first trip to north India a couple of
years ago. I had been to Bombay previously but it was the first time for
Malavika to the north. We had 4 weeks to spend which we divided between
Calcutta, Darjeeling, Delhi and Jaipur. In the days preceding the trip
we were anxious but equally eager to make the best use of the time
available. The night before the trip we had a steamy sex session and we
naturally discussed about planning some encounters for my wife during
our holidays.
I knew how much my wife was looking forward to it.
It was a bit of a boring journey from Bangalore, but as the night approached it looked promising. We were in the first class AC compartment and shared the coupe with a family of husband, wife and two boys. The couple were in their early forties and were very friendly, although I noticed the man to be particularly friendly with Malavika. We learnt that the couple were called Gopal and Jayshree. His wife was very simple to look at and Gopal was certainly taken by my wife’s good looks. Gopal was also ordinary looking but quite smart. Though inconvenient for travel Malavika wore a saree for the obvious reasons and Gopal was regularly scanning my wife’s torso during our conversation.
It was 11 pm and most people were asleep but we were still awake and so was Gopal. We realized that he was very interested and if presented a chance he would grab it. When he went to the toilet I told my wife,” Malviks please go for it”.
“How?” she asked.
“We need him to get close to you first. Why don’t we ask him to help with opening the window on your side?”, saying so I quickly jammed some paperbits on the crevices of the window and pulled it down. Luckily it was shut firmly and made it tight to operate. Just as Gopal approached the coupe, we pretended to be struggling to open the window. He promptly offered his help and my wife moved back a little to give him space. Gopal was struggling as well and I and Malavika closed in to help. Malavika did not waste any time and leaned onto Gopal to take him by surprise. As all the lights were off it was very convenient. Gopal’s wife and children were on the top berth and deep asleep. Malavika was wearing a nice lavender perfume and that must have lured Gopal even more.
I winked at my wife to encourage her and she let he saree-front slide down and pushed her chest forward onto the back of Gopal’s right shoulder. He was stunned and stopped briefly to assess the situation. The window appeared to loosen slightly and I suggested we carry on. Once we were back at the window, I noticed that Malavika was just leaning against the window for support while she pressed her soft boobs onto Gopal back and shoulder again. At that point the window opened up, but Malavika was already on her erotic trip and was licking her lips with her tongue as she continued to massage her breasts against him. Gopal was very shocked and he withdrew himself and had a look around to ensure no one was watching. Then he looked at me blankly. “She’s all yours” I said pointing to my wife. He lowered himself to sit down and I noticed he was breathing fast.
I knew how much my wife was looking forward to it.
It was a bit of a boring journey from Bangalore, but as the night approached it looked promising. We were in the first class AC compartment and shared the coupe with a family of husband, wife and two boys. The couple were in their early forties and were very friendly, although I noticed the man to be particularly friendly with Malavika. We learnt that the couple were called Gopal and Jayshree. His wife was very simple to look at and Gopal was certainly taken by my wife’s good looks. Gopal was also ordinary looking but quite smart. Though inconvenient for travel Malavika wore a saree for the obvious reasons and Gopal was regularly scanning my wife’s torso during our conversation.
It was 11 pm and most people were asleep but we were still awake and so was Gopal. We realized that he was very interested and if presented a chance he would grab it. When he went to the toilet I told my wife,” Malviks please go for it”.
“How?” she asked.
“We need him to get close to you first. Why don’t we ask him to help with opening the window on your side?”, saying so I quickly jammed some paperbits on the crevices of the window and pulled it down. Luckily it was shut firmly and made it tight to operate. Just as Gopal approached the coupe, we pretended to be struggling to open the window. He promptly offered his help and my wife moved back a little to give him space. Gopal was struggling as well and I and Malavika closed in to help. Malavika did not waste any time and leaned onto Gopal to take him by surprise. As all the lights were off it was very convenient. Gopal’s wife and children were on the top berth and deep asleep. Malavika was wearing a nice lavender perfume and that must have lured Gopal even more.
I winked at my wife to encourage her and she let he saree-front slide down and pushed her chest forward onto the back of Gopal’s right shoulder. He was stunned and stopped briefly to assess the situation. The window appeared to loosen slightly and I suggested we carry on. Once we were back at the window, I noticed that Malavika was just leaning against the window for support while she pressed her soft boobs onto Gopal back and shoulder again. At that point the window opened up, but Malavika was already on her erotic trip and was licking her lips with her tongue as she continued to massage her breasts against him. Gopal was very shocked and he withdrew himself and had a look around to ensure no one was watching. Then he looked at me blankly. “She’s all yours” I said pointing to my wife. He lowered himself to sit down and I noticed he was breathing fast.
Monday, 4 July 2016
Confession of a Desi housewife
My story happened about a year before. My name is Sakunthala. I am 36 now and even now I am considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, i own desi large breasts (38 d), bit flabby stomach and especially my firm booty and thighs draw more attention, although I have to admit I've never really dressed to show them. I'm not really old fashion but I normally used to be in the traditional south Indian saree.
My husband is a successful businessman so it hasn't really been necessary for me to work. He earns a lot so we decided that I will take care of the house. We have a two kids. They both are in the school. It was during such time, I happened to meet Akmez. He is distant relative of my husband. He is related to my husband's sister. He might be around 27, very energetic and masculine. When my husband's sis came to India, she stayed at our house. That time, Akmez for the first time came to our house. He is a good looking person with good body and very charming face. He is very talkative by nature and cut some good jokes on the different topics. I was very much impressed with his personality.
As the time passed, his visit to our house became regular, even after my husband's sister's family left abroad. He started to visit at least once a week on weekend and used to for the complete day with us. He got so much intimate with my family, that everyone, even my husband started to accept Akmez as one among our closed ones.
My husband is a successful businessman so it hasn't really been necessary for me to work. He earns a lot so we decided that I will take care of the house. We have a two kids. They both are in the school. It was during such time, I happened to meet Akmez. He is distant relative of my husband. He is related to my husband's sister. He might be around 27, very energetic and masculine. When my husband's sis came to India, she stayed at our house. That time, Akmez for the first time came to our house. He is a good looking person with good body and very charming face. He is very talkative by nature and cut some good jokes on the different topics. I was very much impressed with his personality.
As the time passed, his visit to our house became regular, even after my husband's sister's family left abroad. He started to visit at least once a week on weekend and used to for the complete day with us. He got so much intimate with my family, that everyone, even my husband started to accept Akmez as one among our closed ones.
Sunday, 17 April 2016
Real seduction of my mammi
My name is Rohan. Let me describe about my self I am 32 5 feet 7 inches old from indore, these are incidents that happened when I used to live with my mamaji at their house for 2 years as my family was going through bad financial times so my mother decided to send me to my mamaji so that I can live their and learn some business and continue my study as well, my mamaji lived in a joint family with his two brothers, so I had 3 mami's the eldest was kiran mami she was around 34 she was around 5 feet 3 with 34 28 38 and 2nd ranjana mami was around 30 and around 5 feet 5 and 36 25 38 the last was usha she was 23 and was around 5feet 7 inches and was slim 32 25 36 and was little dusky, they lived in a single big house where there was entrance to house from two sides as there were streets on both sides of the house and all my mamaji had their own kitchens and had own entry and exit doors on both sides of the street.
I was 17 when I went to live to their place my mamaji's had their own businesses I was given choice to work for any one of them, I decided to work for the mamaji who owned a supermarket of medium size, so my duty was to open the shop at 7-30 am everyday as in city like indore where they business starts early morning. I had to live with the mama who had super market and his wife "Ranjana mami" she was a beautiful lady and took care of my needs with love, after the morning business hours everyday I was given 1 to 2 hour break for lunch and I could take it any time I wanted in afternoon, so everyday used to go after 1-30 pm afternoon when everybody was away from homes except my mamiji's "ranjana mami" so it was nice time to be for lunch, one thing was great about Ranjana mami was that when ever I used to go for having lunch she used to make hot chapattis for me and served me hot food though it was the time to sleep, she used to hot the food and then put on the dining table and continued with her work.
It was small part of house where ranjana mami used to live they had 2 rooms kitchen bath room and toilet ,one room they used as bedroom and other was comman hall where I used to live and sleep.
I was 17 when I went to live to their place my mamaji's had their own businesses I was given choice to work for any one of them, I decided to work for the mamaji who owned a supermarket of medium size, so my duty was to open the shop at 7-30 am everyday as in city like indore where they business starts early morning. I had to live with the mama who had super market and his wife "Ranjana mami" she was a beautiful lady and took care of my needs with love, after the morning business hours everyday I was given 1 to 2 hour break for lunch and I could take it any time I wanted in afternoon, so everyday used to go after 1-30 pm afternoon when everybody was away from homes except my mamiji's "ranjana mami" so it was nice time to be for lunch, one thing was great about Ranjana mami was that when ever I used to go for having lunch she used to make hot chapattis for me and served me hot food though it was the time to sleep, she used to hot the food and then put on the dining table and continued with her work.
It was small part of house where ranjana mami used to live they had 2 rooms kitchen bath room and toilet ,one room they used as bedroom and other was comman hall where I used to live and sleep.
Friday, 7 August 2015
Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 04
The person who stays opposite Manya’s house is Uncle Raj.
Uncle Raj is a business man and comes to Bangalore for 15 days in a month and then he returns to his family in Hyderabad. He is a garment exporter.
Uncle Raj is 55 years old, and nearly 5 feet 11 inches tall and huge. He has got a big paunch or rather a pot belly.
Uncle Raj and Deen are the best of friends. Though he is aged, he is still young at heart. They roam together when he is in town and have a nice time going to dance bars and all these places.
So Manya was always annoyed when Uncle Raj comes because Deen comes home late.
This went on, and whenever he used to come Manya used to send food to his place sometimes, and he really used to appreciate Manya’s cooking and say that her food was just beautiful like her.
Uncle Raj was a very horny man and he used to watch porno films.
Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 03
Mmmmm, yes, Aunt Manya, " mumbled Prem, encircling her right nipple with his lips.
The act made Manya's body stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.
"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen." She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.
"Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya," asked Prem. "He's fine".
"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?
"Fully fine? What's that supposed to mean," asked Prem again, this time nibbling harder at Manya's right nipple.
"Aaah! I mean does he have a girfriend. Is he normal like you are", she whispered, biting Prem's ear lightly.
Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 02
It was rather early, about half past five in the morning that the sound of the phone ringing next to her woke up Manya. Drowsily, she rolled her half naked body across the bed and picked up the receiver. It was Ram's cheery voice. Involuntarily, the horny wife's hand went to her pussy.
"Sorry to wake you. I just wanted to say that I am leaving by an early flight now. Your husband is still out. I left him a note that he should join me in Mumbai by the evening flight. Take care and go back to sleep. Last night was beautiful", said the boss.
"Ohhh! Thanks for the care. Last night was beautiful for me too", murmured the frustrated wife over the phone. Her fingers begans to strum her vulva as Ram's caressing voice moistened her awakened pussy.
Ram thought he heard her moan. "It was beautiful but hurried. We need to catch up", he said slowly, realising that she was breathing heavily into the phone.
Tuesday, 28 July 2015
The Debauchery of a Young Indian Housewife
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