Indian Sex

Year 1988, Bilaspur, Chattisgarh, we used to stay in a private rented villa near the outskirts. Some 200 mins behind our place was a river

She held my dick and started rubbing it. I turned her towards me and holding her in my hands I made her sleep on the

“Oh, don’t go there!” my friend, Bhupen told me. “It is a terrible place.””How do you know?” I asked.”My father served there for five years,”