Erotica Indian Novels & Stories

Busty white woman requires the services of an Indian tailor. ************* The Busty & The Naughty is a work of erotic fiction that contains mild bondage and interracial sex between a white woman and south Asian (Indian) man. Enjoy.. ***** "Hi, I need to get a bridesmaid dress altered by Friday, will you be able to get it done in time?" Jeanie was feeling hopeless. Her younger sister Cynthia's wedding was Saturday and she only had one week left to get this done. Now she was having a difficult time finding anyone who could finish it before the wedding.

“Always.” Erotica 2.

So, in a mocking tone, I said: “I understand that your intellectual, workaholic daughter has really taken a hit. time to walk on the beach. Wasn't it, Tree? Her lips twitched. — I confess to the walk. It's Damien's fault. He even managed to get me to wear one bikini. And undress him too, I was sure. "I can't wait to meet you." I fixed my eyes on her in a look that said and hear every detail from you, then I turn to Kat. — Nav made you do something unusual? Her eyes sparkled over a spoonful of whipped cream-covered mousse. “He taught me a little thing or two. Indians are extremely polite. Nav stifled a giggle as Kat leaned in and whispered “Kama Sutra” into my ear. heard. - Oh yes? I looked a

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l

She looked at them confusedly and one of them even rolled her eyes. “Excuse me,” she heard one of the girls said. They both look at the girls in front of them. “Uhm… We’re on a meeting—” “You’re my type. Can I get your number?” the girl on the front cut her sentence. ‘How rude!’ she wanted to add, but she stopped herself. “We’ll have fun, ya’ know.” The girl even bit her lips seductively. The other girls even supported her, giggling at the back. “By the way, I’m Lina Stave,” she even held out her hand for a shake.

I gave her a small nod, my cock already stirring in my pants. She stood up, slowly stripped off her elegant black dress, bra, and panties. Her body was gorgeous, full breasts, soft curves, smooth shaved pussy already glistening. She lay down on the thick rug in the center of the living room, legs slightly parted. Camila, a stunning Latina with long dark hair and dangerous curves, knelt between Susan’s thighs. She started slowly, running her hands up Susan’s legs, teasing her inner thighs, then gently spreading her pussy lips with two fingers.

He kissed every inch of her ass, moaning softly and now she was dripping with cunt juices, stirred up by his hot breath on her ass. She spread her legs letting him slip his hand down farther to the hot slit of her bald pouting pussy. His finger toyed with her clit, causing her to push back hard against him. She was moaning low in her throat. Rita looked down between her breasts watching his hand manipulating her pussy. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

The stretch had transformed into a deep, rolling pleasure, a sensation that built in her core alongside the throbbing ache in her pussy. Sasha leaned forward, her free hand reaching to caress Abegail’s back, then sliding lower to circle Abegail’s swollen, neglected clit. “Double the pleasure, bestie,” Sasha whispered, her fingers providing a counterpoint to the deep anal pounding. “Feel him in your ass, and my touch on your pussy.”

“This’ll make it a damn sight clearer of what I feel for you. I wanna touch you, Indy. Right here. With your back up to the wall. I wanna suck your nipples through your flimsy shirt. Taste how anger changes the sweet flavor of your skin. When that ain’t enough contact, I’ll lift up your shirt so I can pull those pretty pink nipples in my mouth, rollin’ my tongue around the hoops. I’ll suck hard, suck deep, suck for a good, long time.” Colt’s words set her blood on fire. “That ain’t all. I wanna go down on you. Yank off your jeans. Rip aside your panties and finger you until you’re nice and wet. Then I’ll drop to my knees and taste you. Gently at first. Lick a path from the top down to where