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Both gave a deathly glance at each other. "Idiot, there is no manner in this Mr. Arrogant. How can he stay with an unknown girl in the same room? The biggest stigma on Indian culture." Aaina thinks while checking her bags. "Which type of girl, she is.? I think, fully characterless. Which Indian girl stay in the same room with a stranger man? Same on her. It's really ridiculous. All girls are same, lusty, gold digger and characterless.'' Harsh thinks and hatred hovers over his face.

Akash remarked. “But whatever you say, she was something else, man,” Ravi nudged Akash with his elbow and winked, his hands tracing a big hourglass shape in the air. Akash’s face lit up when he talked about her. “Oh damn, that chick, man, that was one hot ass.” Curious, I asked, “Who is this chick?” “There was this one girl from the North East. Bro, she had such plump thighs. This lucky bastard fucked her for three years,” Ravi slurred happily.

I:- No! Neil:- you have a Son? I:- yes! One year old. Board member 1:- you have a baby without wedlock? I:- yes sir! Board member 2:- This is India, Ms. Porishma Das, not a foreign country where you can do whatever you want to do. Do you know Sleeping with a man and being pregnant without marriage isn't our culture? I:- It's my life and it depends on me to do whatever I like and about having a baby before marriage it's my choice and I choose my baby over marriage or anything else.

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

Darren ordered, “Right here. Show us that tight little body we own now.” My hands trembled as I obeyed. I peeled off my college top, then my bra, letting my perky tits bounce free, my nipples rock-hard and begging. My skirt and soaked panties followed, leaving me completely naked. My shaved pussy glistened, swollen and dripping down my inner thighs. Dickson groaned, palming his massive bulge. “Look at that pretty pink cunt leaking for us. Such an eager little toy.”

“You’re too fucking sexy to be here alone. Come with me.” I follow him without hesitation, my heart racing. The restroom door locks behind us. The second it clicks, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me hungrily. His tongue dominates mine as his hands roam my body — squeezing my full tits through the thin dress, pinching my hard nipples until I moan into his mouth. He drops to his knees right there on the dirty floor, yanking my thong aside. “Such a pretty little Indian pussy,” he growls, spreading my lips with his thumbs. “Already dripping for a stranger.”

I yawn. “Bitch, you better go scrub that pussy of yours,” Lana fumes. “You're getting married tomorrow, and we want to make sure your holes are clean and shiny, ready for big dick Manny.” “Holes?” I ask confuse. “Yes sis, holes!” Ella chuckles. “We booked a full body massage and wax for you. Plus yoni steam and pussy bejewels.” “Pussy what?” This doesn’t sound fun at all. “You know, like putting edible rhinestones and sparkly stuff on your vagina. The Indians in India do it,” Ella nods.

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“I wanna see you. All of you. Clothes off.” India whipped her shirt over her head. Unhooked her satin bra and tossed it aside. He groaned. “Those pierced nipples are about the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” “Oh, trust me, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” She peeled the black denim down her legs and kicked it by the couch. A funny smile twitched the corners of her lips. Wearing just a teeny pair of dark blue panties, she raised her arms above her head, performing a whole body shimmy.

"Ahh, ahh, you are going too deep," She moaned, leaning by her chest on the wall. "I know, no one can resist my thing," Subham said, pushing it into her from behind. Subham, 22-year-old, was the son of a rich merchant. He did nothing but f*ck. A f*ckboy who only thought that women were only meant for sex. He had small black eyes, pale yellow skin, half bald head with short brown hair, thin body and a humongous d*ck. You think that how did I know all this? Well, I watched him doing all those things which I always wanted to do.