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- Oct- 2026 -14 OctoberAnal
It’s Not My Fault – Part 38
He replied “Sweetie fucking your ass is much more enjoyable than fucking your pussy. I will leave your pussy for your pathetic husband to enjoy and keep your ass exclusively for myself”. I thought to myself Shyam too said the same thing and now Ramu too. Well I love anal sex so I am not complaining. It’s Not My Fault – Part 37 Ramu switched to fucking my ass bull style now only much more harder. I don’t know where he got his energy from. Ramu was cupping my big boobs hard pulling me downwards while he continued pounding my…
- 10 OctoberAnal
It’s Not My Fault – Part 37
Then I took a hot shower and wore a long skirt and t-shirt with matching inners. I had my lunch and sat down thinking about who the next lucky man was going to be today. Syed’s name came to mind especially after my last interrupted encounter with him. It’s Not My Fault – Part 36 So I called Syed but he was also not around. I felt a little disappointed because I had so much but yet when I needed someone I had no one. So I got busy watching porn and reading more erotic stories while fingering myself. I…
- 5 OctoberAnal
It’s Not My Fault – Part 36
Shyam calmly replied “don’t worry Nandini, I know you better than you know yourself. You were made only for fucking and I am going to give you exactly that on every chance I get…”. I didn’t reply and left from there rushing straight to my room. It’s Not My Fault – Part 35 It is only now I realised the cramps in my legs due to the hard fucking Shyam had given me in both my holes. I was slightly limping but tried my best to not show it. My baby was awake and Nirmala had her on her lap…
- 4 OctoberIncest
Promotion
Aslam Khan, a strongly build 58 yrs old gentleman was highly devastated after losing both his 35-year-old only son and 55 yrs old loving wife in a tragic car accident. Not only was he heartbroken losing them at the same time, but his daughter-in-law, Mumtaz, was left almost speechless, unable to believe that her twelve years of marriage had suddenly come to a halt. However, it was certain that his only granddaughter, Parveen, a student in Class VI, was shocked the most, and it was extremely hard to stop her from crying. Immediately after the deaths, his daughter-in-law would weep….…
- 4 OctoberAnal
Bus Ride – 8
Even Praveen moaned “Aaaahhhhhh… Bhagya fucking your ass feels so incredible …”. Now Somanna placed his hand behind my head fucking my mouth harder. Down below Praveen too switched to fucking my butt with full urgency. Then it happened… Bus Ride – 7 A gigantic orgasm burst thru me almost blanking me out. At the same time, Somanna pushed his big fat cock fully in my mouth down my throat and released his warm thick cum. Because of my condition I couldn’t swallow so I made a big mess. Somanna pulled out and patted my cheek playfully. He said “it’s…
- Sep- 2026 -28 SeptemberIncest
Soma’s Career ( IRF-7 )
“I’m worried about my dark career, I didn’t get a single offer either from a model agency or from a music composer for the last six months … you know Gurubaba, I still have to depend on my parents,” The concerning young mother said … pushing her pelvis up with the stud saint’s downward thrusts. “Your mother already intimated that to me and we’ve complied a small ‘Sacrificial Rite ( Oblation to Fire )’ for that just before your arrival … you needn’t to be worry, I think Parvati Maa will do something.” Nityanandaji assured his disciple … increasing his…
- 28 SeptemberAnal
It’s Not My Fault – Part 35
Shyam grabbed my hips with both hands and began pounding my ass with full force now. He whispered “fuckkkk Nandini… Your ass was made for fucking. I am going to enjoy fucking your ass more than fucking your tight virgin pussy every time I get a chance…”. It’s Not My Fault – Part 34 I felt thrilled because anal sex was my favourite too. He continued “You are the first woman to give me the real pleasures of anal sex…”. Between moaning and panting, I said “that’s impossible Shyam because I am sure you have been having anal sex with…
- 24 SeptemberIncest
A Widow’s Passion ( Helpless Widow : 3 )
Characters :- 1. Satyaboti Bandyopadhyay : 49 yrs, widow, Politician cum Social Worker, 2. Sabitri, 30 yrs, Her Daughter, Housewife, 3. Suman : Her grandson, ** yrs, Student of Class-VI, 4. Snigdha : Her granddaughter, ** yrs, Student of Class-V, 5. Subhamoy, Her Son-in-law, 35 yrs, Govt. Clerk, 6. Monotosh, A rtd. Army Officer, 55 yrs, Her Daughter’s Widower Father-in-law, 7. Javed Ansari, 18 yrs, Gate-Keeper cum Security Guard, 8. And few more supporting characters. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Subhamoy realized it was high time to get out of there. While his mother-in-law and the gatekeeper cleaned up the mess, he seized his…
- 24 SeptemberIncest
Three Mothers, One Secret
The Ganga was already rising when the three of them first walked into Banaras Hindu University as students. Late July. Heat sat on Hanuman Gali like a wet cloth. The air tasted of river, incense, and diesel. First-year BCom. Same faculty. Same mess. Same lane they had never really left. They had grown up in three houses standing in a row off a quiet gali behind the main road. White walls, inner courtyards, first-floor balconies close enough that a voice carried without being raised. Upper middle class. Family businesses. Enough money that no one announced it, enough order that the…
- 22 SeptemberAnal
It’s Not My Fault – Part 34
I whispered “Shyam I was desperate to feel your big cock inside me”. He didn’t reply and continued eating and tongue fucking my pussy. This time the pain reduced very quickly so I whispered “let’s try it again Shyam. I am ready”. It’s Not My Fault – Part 33 He looked at me and understood I was serious. He quickly got into position without wasting time. He gave a slow long push and stayed still while looking at me. The pain was there but negligible so I nodded him to continue. He pulled out a little and gave a harder…
- 19 SeptemberAnal
What the Night Made Us: Three Brother’s in Dilemma
At twenty-six, Sanjay had learned that adulthood was mostly pretending you knew where you were going. The trick worked surprisingly well. Wear an ironed shirt. Keep two credit cards in your wallet. Complain about taxes. Answer your mother’s calls with haan, Maa, kha liya. Post photographs from office parties where everyone held glasses they did not particularly enjoy drinking from. People assumed you had a plan. Sanjay had none. At 8:17 on a humid Saturday evening, he stood outside a small hotel near Boring Road in Patna with a backpack over one shoulder and watched an auto-rickshaw fight unsuccessfully with…
- 19 SeptemberIncest
Mummy’s Situation
I still hear the cooker. That is the thing about our house. Even when I am on the tenth floor of the bank with a glass wall behind me and Pune burning white outside, some part of me is still in Aundh, listening for the second whistle. It means she is there. It means the kitchen is hers. It means the day has a centre. My name is Arun, and I have spent twenty-seven years pretending I do not notice the centre. Thursday began like every other Thursday that wants to trick you. Light through the mango leaves. Dust on…