Cum for the stories,
stay for the honesty.

So last Saturday, while I was getting appetisers going, Ravi walked into our kitchen, and pressed his hard-on against my ass. 

“You definitely know how to make my dick large and hard.”

I straightened myself, and slipped my top effortlessly over my head. Sinking into our mattress, my head dug deep into a cloud of cushions.

It vanished beneath my pallu, clearly indicating it nestled against my warm skin, wound around my breasts, and under them too.

“More…” I smiled, looking at the can in his hand. Ravi sprayed some more cream on my nipples, one at a time.

I tilted my neck to accommodate Ravi. His lips brushed against my neck softly. Catching me off guard, my husband nipped my neck.

Slow fucking is the best way to wake up …

A modern Indian erotic short story 💄 Ravi’s fingers pressed my breast hard, roughly almost, as he climbed over me. Both of us were breathing hot and heavy, when I said, “let’s get some ice cream?” Ravi stopped, bit my lower lip hard, and we thought.

A modern Indian erotic short story 💄 ~ Some mornings, Ravi and I find it hard to leave the bed. Like a couple of days ago.

“Ahhh… you’re so wet already…Kritiii…” Ravi’s fingers slid between my folds to find me soaked. 

My head vanished below our blanket just as fast as he had done. I was eager to wrap my lips around his cock. It awaited me, standing tall and pink.

We stopped moving suddenly.