The car drove towards the farmhouse and my wife Misha was straddling Vikram's lap in the back seat. Her hips rocked wildly as she rode his thick cock, her wet pussy sliding up and down his shaft with hungry urgency. Vikram gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide while thrusting up to meet her bounces.
"Fuck, yes, ride me harder, my slutty queen" he groaned, his voice rough with lust.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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