Erotica Emotional Ekambaram & his Wife- A Mixture of life
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Pooja didn’t think that she face this kind of life but after she had experienced in this society where a man kisses her, ravishes on her body also meeting up a boy who kindles relationship with his teacher it was all new but Pooja loved it & why not she had a sexual appetite for it but for everyone there would be a beginning. So, in case of Pooja her appetite began in the village but that was a story for another time.
Pooja liked to clean her dress every Thursday by the well & every Thursday she does that a crowd of men would surround her to watch her young body. Pooja always had the habit of wearing a T-shirt & a midi so in that those men took their chance to see her boobs also sometime her thighs would be flash which they really liked to watch. So, like every week that day she took her bucket filled her laundry to the well. So, today even before she had arrived there was a group of men & even some small boys was waiting to see this beauty. Pooja liked to show case her beauty & now that she had an audience she enjoyed even more. She poured her laundry in the floor & among them some of bra, panties fell which as the men saw were going mad. They ogled & howled seeing her inners which enticed Pooja & why not because back in the village women mostly used bathed in the water tank as there were times someone would swim in the pond to get her dresses making her stand nude till her aunt would come save her so called innocent niece.
So, now as Pooja was beating her clothes he midi few showing her shiny thighs & her boob’s bulging, bouncing which the men there were enjoying. Pooja was feeling aggressive as she even noticed even men in lates even were getting their hard on due to her especially Mr. Parthasarathy, a Brahmin man was going tense seeing this young beauty. He was nearing his 70’s while he had a woman in her 40’s in his house. Pooja liked how she was creating a ruckus also how many men liked her. Pooja almost finished her works as she carried all the clothes to walk back she went to tap to clean all the soap of her hands & as she did she saw again that Brahmin mama steal a bra of her. She knew why that oldie did it as to just masturbate thinking of her.
Pooja’s house was near the big well where certain ladies would fetch water for their home. So, as she was walking she saw a boy was now massaging the ass of a woman. Pooja saw this & all the sense in her body made her realize some actions were about to go one. So she just kept her dresses outside her house to follow them to know all details.
Pooja liked to clean her dress every Thursday by the well & every Thursday she does that a crowd of men would surround her to watch her young body. Pooja always had the habit of wearing a T-shirt & a midi so in that those men took their chance to see her boobs also sometime her thighs would be flash which they really liked to watch. So, like every week that day she took her bucket filled her laundry to the well. So, today even before she had arrived there was a group of men & even some small boys was waiting to see this beauty. Pooja liked to show case her beauty & now that she had an audience she enjoyed even more. She poured her laundry in the floor & among them some of bra, panties fell which as the men saw were going mad. They ogled & howled seeing her inners which enticed Pooja & why not because back in the village women mostly used bathed in the water tank as there were times someone would swim in the pond to get her dresses making her stand nude till her aunt would come save her so called innocent niece.
So, now as Pooja was beating her clothes he midi few showing her shiny thighs & her boob’s bulging, bouncing which the men there were enjoying. Pooja was feeling aggressive as she even noticed even men in lates even were getting their hard on due to her especially Mr. Parthasarathy, a Brahmin man was going tense seeing this young beauty. He was nearing his 70’s while he had a woman in her 40’s in his house. Pooja liked how she was creating a ruckus also how many men liked her. Pooja almost finished her works as she carried all the clothes to walk back she went to tap to clean all the soap of her hands & as she did she saw again that Brahmin mama steal a bra of her. She knew why that oldie did it as to just masturbate thinking of her.
Pooja’s house was near the big well where certain ladies would fetch water for their home. So, as she was walking she saw a boy was now massaging the ass of a woman. Pooja saw this & all the sense in her body made her realize some actions were about to go one. So she just kept her dresses outside her house to follow them to know all details.