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Niharika: The Delivery

With my wife out of town through the weekend, her friend and I arrange a hookup for Sunday afternoon.

Friday night after work, and all day Saturday, there was no way I could get anything productive done at home. Understandably, I kept playing over in my mind the amazing experience of having sex with Niharika that Thursday and Friday, and fantasizing about...

Remote Work Therapy

A Remote Worker's Secret

"Damn this shit is so boring," said Becca, stretching on a comfortable couch. Becca stretched on a comfortable long couch in a Miami apartment as she sat through a boring meeting for work. Despite the job being one that requires education, Becca dressed c...

Turned Into a Prison Lords Wife - Part 1

A banker from Mumbai who lands in prison for banking fraud is turned into prison lords wife

Banker's Fraud Once upon a time in the bustling city of Mumbai, India, there lived a diligent banker named Manish. He had always been known for his unwavering honesty and integrity in the financial world. Manish had a loving family and a promising career,...

4th Of July With Indian Spice.

Futa Indian Milf revisits her secret Family.

Diya had a big house, a big yard, and a big garden all sitting on a huge tract of land. It was locked in a gated community that only held the wealthy and the affluent, and, most of the time, both. It was a suburb in Georgia, not too far from Atlanta, and...

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A Street Party Named Desire : Chapter 2

You can take the girl out of the Murias tribe, but you can’t take the Murias tribe out of the girl.

When Thursday came around, Kajal packed the fridge with beers, ready for the weekly Entertainment Committee meeting. But, rather than heat some pre-prepared chicken wings, this time, she made them from scratch, in an Indian style. Having marinated them in...

A Street Party Named Desire : Chapter 1

So there you have it. We come from a family of sluts, and that’s why we’re sluts ourselves.

In the months following his death, Kajal had considered moving into her father’s empty townhouse in Hampstead. It was more spacious than her cramped two-bedroom flat and in a much better location, situated on the edge of the Heath and only a five-minute w...