The next days started to mix together in a wild blur of fucking right there in the open market. Our vegetable stall smelled like thick cum mixed with the dirt from the ground and the fresh veggies.
My loud moans pulled in crowds of men who wanted to watch or join. A bunch of rough laborers would cheer me on while I bounced on Ravi's cock.
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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