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Me And A Matured Indian Couple

by sweta_fgu on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

When I met Rakesh and Sarika, their marriage was in a bad shape. The problem was not uncommon. Both were mid 40's. And like many husbands, Rakesh's interest and capability in sex had reduced while Sarika was still very much sexually active. Rakesh used to be busy with his work and could give hardly any time for his wife. Their kids had grown up and Sarika ha...

An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 02-03

by Devaro on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

Chapter 2: The Destined Meeting I drive lazily in the early sunny afternoon, thinking about the photo of Monee sent to me by my agent. After thorough background check, I have selected Monee to be my live in housekeeper, at least that's all Monee knows, and unknown to her, I have a plan for her, one that will keep her in my grasp for all I want. Right afte...

Watching Dad Cheating

by warhammer0134 on Mar 7, 2017
Cheating Spouses

Your name is Joe, it is late at night, and you're in your room thinking about the great jerkoff session you just had thinking about your mother, Terri , and her giant tits throbbing around your big cock. You kept thinking whether your family was the kind of sex-crazed animal you are right now. You had to use the bathroom, so you go down the hallway. When you...

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Secret Lives Of Indian Women

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Westerners refuse to learn to properly pronounce Sikh Indian names, that's how a proper Sikh lady like myself got saddled with the nickname Aggie, even though my full name is Agochar Chatwal-Vincent. My first name means "Unfathomable" in the Hindi language. Big name for such a small lady, eh? I'm five-foot-five, with light bronze skin, long black hair and li...

Horny-Looking Harlina Ch. 07

by johara on Sep 12, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Both Hasheena and Harlina replied to my mails and wrote that they were turned on very much and had to use their fingers to relieve their horny feelings. I began to call Hasheena as Hasheena Macchi as her niece Johara called her. Macchi in Tamil means aunt's daughter. Hasheena Macchi sent me a picture of Johara and she looked good. She had small boobs but a v...

Miss Hairy Armpits 2002 Ch. 1

by belab on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

I am a 24-year-old male and have a fetish for bushy armpits. When I saw an advertisement in the local newspaper about a "Miss Hairy Armpit 2002" I was overjoyed. It was my ultimate dream. On the appointed day I reached the venue. The place was overcrowded. I didn't know that there were so many persons who loved armpit hair. As I jostled amongst the crowd, I...

Hot Coffee and Perfect Pink Pt. 02

by Cocktopia on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

In my own room, I spent a peaceful afternoon. There were no invasive tests required of me and nothing really to do but occasionally fondle myself, to keep my cock ready for action. Coming close to orgasm but denying myself that relief made sure there was a big reservoir of semen for the fun later on. A curvy little nurse with a cute mop of curly brown ha...

The Lusty Sangeetha

by johara on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Sangeetha is a 35 years old Indian woman who just moved to our neighborhood. Our neighborhood was in the north of Sheffield and predominantly one of the areas where blacks lived in majority. Sangeetha was a beautiful woman with light brown skin, long black hair, thick red lips, bouncy boobs, broad hips, stout thighs and jutting plump butt. Most of the time s...

A Night In The Forest

by Mackayboy on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

My first effort. Although clearly me remembering something, I chose to write in the present tense. Goddess Worship It is evening. The bonfire is just lit. My cape flutters slowly in the gentle breeze. I am completely naked beneath it. Indeed it is the only clothing allowable at this Gathering. It has a fastener at the top and that is it. It is meant to be...

Bryan, Nirmala & Subhash

by take the wife on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

The doorbell rang, Nirmala peered out from behind the curtain, surely this couldn’t be the day the waterman came to take the meter reading. She didn’t notice him coming down the street, but he appeared from the house next door. There was a uniformed man banging on the door, she looked at me anxiously, it was him alright. He shouted through the letterbox,...