My Days in Vikram’s House – Part 3
The razor was sharp enough to erase my identity. I was being cleaned for him. Between the sting of his belt and the pressure of his plug, my mind snapped.
The razor was sharp enough to erase my identity. I was being cleaned for him. Between the sting of his belt and the pressure of his plug, my mind snapped.
Mera beta, Harsh, kitchen mein hi meri chudai karne lagta hai. Jismein main bhi uska sath dene lagti hu. Aur hum dono zordar chudai ka maza lete hai.
Continuing with the dirty erotic trip inside the movie hall, being a nasty exhibitionist whore, read how the men used me like a cheap slut!
For my wife’s birthday, I surprised her with a sensual massage as a gift. It would be the perfect present! But I didn’t know it would make me a cuckold!
A lady professor in college submits to her own female student. This story involves Mistress- Slave, BDSM, humiliation, and punishment and is very erotic.
I was a bold lady who never bent, but Vikram’s voice broke me. He forced me to my knees, the shame I had, but the forbidden thrill was heavier than it.
My next destination was Kolkata, where I ended up inside a dingy cinema hall. They’re known to play B-grade movies. Read how two Bengali guys used me!
Read about an accident that happened between a perverted nephew and a sexy aunt. She was having a bath. He accidentally entered her room and saw her naked.
I went to Vikram for help. But in his house, I saw a girl whom he had humiliated and punished, naked in the dirt. Is this what he will do to me as well?
Behan se pyar hamesha se tha. Maan bhi tha physical karne ka. Par kabhi hua nahi. Fir hum dono ki shaadi ke baad ek mauka mila, aur maine woh mauka le liya.