She in the Art Gallery
He saw her in an art gallery. Two strangers. But he knew she was his. He wanted to own her completely. He followed her till she agreed to become his love.
He saw her in an art gallery. Two strangers. But he knew she was his. He wanted to own her completely. He followed her till she agreed to become his love.
Shalini came to my place for an erotic tattoo. She reminded me of a time when I had met her at a village fair. She was my distant cousin from my village.
My cousin was promoted as a forest officer close to my location. Her boring marriage turned our fetish into an addiction of my sucking between her thighs.
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I lifted her dress to reveal her legs to the night air. I pressed my face against her thighs while kneeling. Her fingers were in my hair as she gasped.
During vacations, I came to my cousin’s house for some relaxation. But it turned out to make me a cuckold and my cousin fucked my wife to make her pregnant.
As a proud shemale, I faced a delicate situation. When my friends started getting intimate and fingering themselves, things got a little challenging.
A wedding night turned into an opportunity of pleasure for me. I got the pounding of my life from a man twice my age, who was my cousin, Shantanu bhaiya.