It was evening and, Meenakshi and I were stealing glances across the kitchen as we pretended to cook dinner. After our explosive morning and noon session, I was addicted, to her body and her sweet moans.
I liked my lips remembering the taste of her cum-soaked pussy, and her cheeks flushed every time our hands brushed. We were in my bedroom, hastily wearing our clothes as my cousin and her husband, Karthik was about to arrive in time. I zipped my pants while she slipped into a fresh blouse.
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.
Write a comment ...