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Devika : Did you guys have Sex? Diksha : Wow...Tell us in Details …. Come on. Anusha was only laughing seeing the excited faces. Dhruti : Shut up!!!! Can't you guys think anything other than sex? Juhi : As if you don't think. Anusha : Come on, it's good for health , you know. Dhruti gasped, making everyone chuckle. Dhruti : I have news. Paridhi (dramatically) : Don't tell me you are pregnant!!!!

He once again whined. It was an amusing sight for Subh-Dil, seeing a grown-up man whining like five years old. "No, we have already taken so long break for the wedding. I won't skip another day now." Subh-Dil shook her head and told him strictly. "Fine!" Ammar huffed. ••• "You two are weird, who goes to village for their honeymoon?" Rida asked. It was break time and both were in the staff room, checking notes of their students. But only Subh-Dil was checking the notes, Rida was more interested in knowing about her honeymoon.

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he took my hand which I hadn’t extended and kissed it, licking a bit. Ugh, that was gross. I nodded coming closer to Vadas. I secretly whipped my hand against his pants, and he smiled pressing me closer. They exchanged usual formalities with not so much enthusiasm. His female, I instantly forgot her name, was almost naked in her blood-red, tight dress. It hardly covered her butt. And she desperately tried to gain Vadas's attention to her breasts. She was beautiful, however, he doesn’t seem even slightly interested. That made me smirk for some reason.

"Sir please tell me further." The old man - Be patient Ma'la, things get old, stories get old and also people like us get old by the time but I can make you believe that this story will go no longer than your age. So, I was telling you how Hukura cursed us by his servant, the lady of a curse which awakes the lust from the depth of a man and uses his desire against him and his people. A beautiful voice doesn't mean a beautiful personality. And in your case my child, your name sounds bad but it doesn't make you bad, indeed you're nice and this makes you Ha'la (it doesn't mean good, it means almost)… Nida stares at him and smiles, Ma'la gets confused because for him it wasn't like a compliment

we started laughing hansika : iam so jealous me : why hansika : see your boyfriends gonna be with you all the time but what about me honey : distance makes bond stronger hansika : someone becoming a love guru honey : don't forget iam the one who given ideas to vansh and ansh for their proposal me : oh cool down honey we know that you are a love guru

She whispered, withdrawing her hand. "I would also like that." I peeled my back off the wall, switching our position in one swift motion with her chest now pressed to the wall. She raised her dress by herself, and I shifted her thong to the side. "Do you know why this is even more thrilling than our previous sexcapades?" I asked as I pressed my cock to her entrance. "Why is that?" She asked, moaning a little. "Any of the family members could walk in on me, drilling my cock into your pussy. Isn't that exciting?" I pulled out of her, leaving just the tip of my cock before slamming back into her.

He shoved it back absentmindedly without noticing. “Did I call you a tough nut before?” He grinned. “Nah, I think you're crazy.” I shrugged. “Crazy and tough.” As we got into the elevator, he leaned in, his breath caressing my skin. “I'll have a lot of fun cracking you tonight.” A hum escaped my lips, heat pooling between my legs. The fact that Mr Sexy overalls already had me turned on was a plus for him. My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough.

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WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.