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

We were deep in estacy while kissing. Now my hands started caressing her back and then her stomach, she left out a soft moan. I

“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,”