Sushma had been trying to conceive for years, but nothing worked. Her husband, Suresh, was the problem—his sperm count was nonexistent, a fact confirmed by every doctor they visited.
Suresh who was convinced that it was Sushma who was barren, grew distant. He started sneaking around, fucking the young women at his call center job. The thrill of burying his cock in tight, eager pussies made him forget his frustrations at home.
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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