Indian Sex

we reached the ice cream parlour, it was winter time. The sitting arrangements in the parlour was on the first floor. When we entered the

His hands moved on my boobs and he squeezed gently. His hands went to my ass and again squeezed gently. I held on to his

“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,”