Indian Sex

This is one of those rare times, when extreme drudgery at the tax office is rewarded in ways that one cannot imagine in their wildest

“I'll stop if you will.” Her hand was still clamped down on my dick, moving the foreskin lightly over and back across the head. 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,”