thrilling

Priya’s nipples were still so puffy and sore. And every time she thought of the moment, she could literally feel herself get wet (iykyk).

I loved the fact that we had begun our naughty weekend already!

Sid, my husband, was relentless when he went down on me. He absolutely enjoyed himself between my legs, relishing each touch and moment.

I felt the cool railing in my palms, as I felt the breeze all over my breasts, and stomach. The cool wind flowed through my hair as I took a deep breath.

Pushing him back onto the bed, his legs on the floor, I kneel in front of him.

“Devarji…” I looked at him and whispered, drunk on passion. He smiled, nodding a no..

“I’m not letting you sleep tonight, bhabhijiii….!” Devarji hugged me from the back as we returned from a cousin’s wedding, late at night.

an Indian erotic short story...

“One eggs benedict, one English breakfast, 2 cappuccinos. Please allow us 20-25 minutes, ma’am”. We nodded in confirmation as our waitress turned away from our table.

I inhaled deeply as he opened the door and plonked into the driver’s seat. The scent was already making me a little heady; I imagined it clinging to my skin after we’d made love.

I leaned back, resting on my door, stretching my feet out carefully.

Focussing on the road, his thumb began massaging my clit.

It was time for a quick snack.

My lips were around his dick in an instant.

My lips were around his dick in an instant.

My back lay sticky on the backseat as Sudeep towered over me.

Smita was naked in bed, with her left hand squeezing her breast tightly and her right hand firmly gripping her black vibrator pressed against her clitoris.

Smita was naked in bed, with her left hand squeezing her breast tightly and her right hand firmly gripping her black vibrator pressed against her clitoris.

You bet she did. But not before she read Ravi’s missed text from 5 mins ago that he was on his way home.

Smita’s already dripping cunt knew no limit when it came to Ravi.