Was she just being friendly? The story began when I moved to Delhi from my hometown in MP for my job. My desi “Take off your clothes,” she commanded softly. “I would like to see your bedroom,” she whispered in a husky voice.I nodded, unable to speak. My tongue darted in and out of her mouth. We took the mugs and went into the living room.As we sipped coffee, Rani leaned in closer to me and whispered,
Rani: I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while now.Me: Hmm, tell me.Rani: I’m not like most wives. My tongue darted in and out of her mouth. Rani arched her back. “Rahul,” she said softly. “Rahul,” she said softly. It should be anyone. Her eyes were glistening in the light. Kindly wait for the next parts.If you want to connect with me, then mail me at [email protected].What did you think of this story??1691962
