Adultery Busty beauty Mrs. Dimple Aggarwal and ugly Birju Naukar

[thereald]

Hello everyone. I been on this for quite a while and looking at the deteriorating content quality and shitty bot threads on this forum, I have decided to try to add value to this forum from my side. I have read several stories on this forum and think I should give it a try also.

My story will not be like some typical unrealistic stories that you get to read everywhere on the internet. Rather I will try to keep it as close to real world scenario as possible. If you are someone who like a lot of sexual scenes in the stories and hardcore stuff. You may not like my work. I am willing to put all of energy and brains behind my work so that it does not sound like a fairy tale from another dimension. This story will be more focused towards sexual tension, feelings, sensuality and of course housewife adultery.  

This story will be a mix of both Hindi and English because I am not comfortable with writing it only in single language. I am not sure where to put this story, so I will post it in both English and Hindi sections.

Last but not the least I am not a writer and beside my exam papers, I haven’t written anything else in my life. So please excuse my mistakes and guide me through my story. Please support and provide your feedback.

[thereald]

EPISODE- 1

Dimple was sitting in front of her dressing table and drying her hair with a towel and while she was looking in the mirror, she was getting proud of her beauty. Her tight white Kurti was struggling to hide her round and juicy boobs. Her breasts were full and bigger making her deep cleavage visible. Droplets of water from her hair after shower were falling slowly on her Kurti making her black bra slightly visible. In her mind, she was pondering how lucky her wimpy husband was for getting a buxom beauty like her. The morning birds were chirping outside the window of her room and rays of sunshine had started to fill her luxurious bedroom with light making it more beautiful. Dimple was feeling good after a warm morning shower and the peaceful sunny day elevated her mood even more.

Suddenly Dimple starts hearing an irritating voice from behind. It was her husband Rohan rushing through his clothes. He started complaining about not able to find his favorite tie that he begged Dimple last night to it ready for his important meeting. His husband’s constant whining quickly changed her serene expressions and she threw away wet towel from her hair and started yelling at Rohan, “ main thumara baap ki naukar nahi hu. Apna samman khud ready kiya karo ek raat pehla.
This sudden ferocious burst of anger from Dimple scared Rohan instantly and his face became red with fear and his heart started thumping inside his chest. Rohan tries to calm Dimple down, “ arra baby gussa kyu ho rahi ho main toh bass puch raha tha ki meri tie kaha rakhi hai”. Dimple charges towards Rohan with more anger, “ maine tumhari tie aur kapro ka theka nahi le ka rakha hai. Subah Subah mera dimag mat khrab karo”. Rohan started sweeting with fear,” arra baby please shantt ho jayo. Vo toh mmm….ma just meeting ka leya late ho raha hu and meri meeting kafi important hai.” Dimple’s anger was getting worse with every word of Rohan, “ nahi, pehla mujhe ya batao mera uppar kya ehsaan kar raha ho meeting main ja kar. Jaise bhi tie mil rahi hai pehan ka daffa ho jayo meri shakal ka samna sa varna mera sa burra koyi nahi hoga”.

Rohan realized that things have starting getting worse and drops his head down in fear and take his office briefcase, quickly finds another tie that didn’t go with his suit and charges out of his bedroom to outside his house where a 55-year-old fat and ugly man was cleaning and wiping a glossy Mercedes S class. He sees Rohan coming towards him with a face almost in tears. “ Namaste sahab apke gaadi ko acchi tara saaf kar deya maine” he says in a Bihari accent. He quickly opens the door requesting Rohan to get inside the car. His words felt comforting to Rohan after the scolding he got from Dimple. Rohan starts finding his tongue to speak “ arree Nirmal kaka thankyou. Chalo koyi toh meri respect karta hai es ghar main” speaking in soft voice so that Dimple doesn’t possibly hear him talking from her room. Nirmal was the driver of the house. He was old but his body was rock hard with years of hard work. He was a bulky person with a lot of fat on his body. His forearms were strong and his stomach was hanging down from his fake leather belt. His skin tone was dark and rough. He had ugly facial features with a broad nose and an unkempt greyish beard. Despite his visual physical flaws, he proved to be a good servant over the years while driving for Rohan and before him, for his father also. Due to his loyalty and hard-working attitude, Rohan kept him as his driver despite his growing age and belly. Nirmal shuts the door behind Rohan and quickly gets in the driver's seat. “ Sahab kaha chalna hai?”. Rohan replies in an irritated voice, “Gupta ji ak office chalo jaldi. Miain already late ho gaya hoon”. Nirmal tries to calm him, “koyi baat ni sahab aap chinta mat karo main gaadi kheech ka rakhta roon. Hum bas thori der main pahucnh jayenga”. The luxurious Mercedes quickly gets on the road and away from the beautiful bungalow which reads “Aggarwal Residence” on top of the fancy house gate.

[Cmvman]

Can you write  conversation also in English. Waiting for updates

[M¡Lf€@TeR]

Yeah . Keep it close to reality...
Awaiting a nice high class low class based plot.
& pls make it 2 the end

[milfravisher]

Good start! From what i can make out, the quality is certainly far better than the other stories on this forum. The quality of stories on this forum has certainly deteriorated compared to the old xossip.

I think this has the potential to be the next "mother treatment at hands of commoners" by the great debt_is_paid.

[ghost19]

Badhiya

[thereald]

EPISODE- 2

Rohan felt relief as he kept going away from the place which no longer is the comfortable home he once knew before his marriage. Back in the Aggarwal residence, everything fell silent to normal. Dimple came back to her normal senses after her usual anger outburst. She went back to making her hair and getting ready for the day. She heard soft footsteps climbing the stairs and slowly making their way to her room and a lady with a wrinkled face entered through the widely opened bedroom door. “ Kya huya beta, subah subah kyu jhagra kar raha ho apas main” with an insincere smile making sure she doesn’t irritate Dimple further. It was Rohan’s mother- Seema. Dimple looked at her with fathomless eyes and thought in her mind, “ ohh common ab ya budhii aa gayi mera dimag khrab karna. I really wanna punch this stupid women’s face” but she controlled her emotions taking pity on Seema’s age and deteriorating health. Dimple brushed aside her anger“ arra mummy ji mujha konsa shonkk hai apke beta sa behas karna ka. But agar subah subah mera sarr par koyi chadega toh kya main uski aarti utaru. Aap Rohan ko bolo na ki apni wife sa kaise baat karta hain”. Seema sensed Dimple's rage and out of her motherly affection and sense of duty she tried to calm Dimple down, “ arra bacha jaha pyaar hota hai vahi to larayi bhi hoti hai. Koyi na tum gusaa mat keya karo. Aapas main pati-patni arram sa nipta leya karo agar koyi problem hoti hai.”

As Seema finished saying this, Dimple walked towards her hastly, “ Aap na ya gayaan apna beta ko do, married life main kaise raha jata hai mujhe acha sa pata hai. Main koyi anpad nahi hoon.” As Dimple said this she stressed more on the word “anpad”, because Seema wasn’t a highly educated lady. She only had basic government school-level education. Dimple tried to taunt her indirectly. Semma felt this and realized that there was no point in arguing and her motherly guidance aren’t going to bear any fruit. She dropped her head down feeling humiliated, turned, and started retreating out of the room to the stairs to her room which was on the ground floor.
She closed the door behind her and wiped her slightly wet eyes and prayed in her mind, “ ha bhagwann app kripaa karo ham parr. Es ladki ko thori akal do. Varna ya hamara ghar and mera shareef beta ko hamesha ka leya barbaad kardegi aur ek din hame hi ghar sa nikal degi”.

Incidents like these were regular affairs in Aggarwal residence, which might look peaceful and lavish from outside its beautiful walls but inside of the house was filled with misery, sadness and betrayal- Dimple being the sole reason.  

Dimple felt a bit of evil relief by taunting her mother-in-law. She looked at the time and realized it was running faster than she thought. Her upper body was ready with a tight-fitted white kurta and underneath it a black sports bra, which made her breast curves evident. However, her lower body still needed better clothing if she was to get out of the house. She quickly closed the bedroom door and stripped her baggy pajamas full of floral artwork. Her thunder thighs and big soft ass were naked under her white Kurta which was up to her knees. Her skin was pale which made her curvy body even more irresistible. She opened her closet drawer and pulled out a black Calvin Klein underwear, slid them in between her legs, and slowly started pulling and adjusting them upwards her ass. She liked to wear tight clothing and struggled a little around her ass because her ass was growing bigger for her clothing. She giggled a little thinking about the growing structure of her body. Her struggle continued as she now tried to get her legs and ass through slim-fit light blue denim jeans. She slowly backed towards her bed, where she sat and pulled her jeans upward with strength. Her ass cheeks spread even bigger by sitting on the bed. Her struggle ended and she stood before her mirror looking at herself. Her tight clothing made every curve of her body more attractive. Her plump boobs dying to get out of her tight bra and ass jiggled as she walked. She was contemplating her beauty when she heard a knock on her door. She opened the door and suddenly a modest force from outside made the door swung wide open. It threw Dimple a couple of steps back and in a matter of second room was filled with adorable laughter. “Mumma mumma mumma main toh ready hoon school jana ka liya. Main apsa pehla doodh pe ka ready ho gaya. I am first and you are second”. It was Dimple’s 5-year-old son Aryan who was adored by everyone in the family. His laughter and happiness was the only thing that bridged the gap between Dimple, her husband and his family. Being a mother, Dimple loved her son more than anything and this love was one of the reasons she stayed as the daughter-in-law of the doomed Aggarwal family.

Dimple’s face illuminated with a broad smile and she joyfully picked Aryan up in her arms. Before she was able to say anything to him a lady in her mid-20’s came barging into the room. It was the maid of the house- Sapna. “ Aryan tum bahut naughty ho gaya ho aaj kal. Didi dekho na kaise dauurr raha hai sarra ghar mian. Apko bhi dsturb kardeya. Aur apna doodh and omelette bhi poora finish nahi kayi”. Dimple gave a frowning look at Aryan in a funny way and put him down from her arms, “ Acha bachuu what is this behavior? You are getting naughty by every day. No worries, I will tell the monster that you don’t listen to others”. Just like every other child, hearing about the monster made him a bit anxious and made his voice softer than usual, “sorry mumma, I will finish my breakfast”. Dimple hid her laugh looking at Aryan’s cute worried face and kissed him on the forehead. “ Sapna jaldi sa hamara breakfast laga do we are getting late. Aryan ko school drop karka mujhe apna friend ka office jana hai”. Within a few minutes, Dimple finished her breakfast, started sipping on her protein shake as she walked out of her house towards her pearl white Range Rover. Her ample boobs were jiggling as she walked. She was oozing sex appeal in her tight clothes.
Sapna opens the back door and Aryan jumped into the car while Dimple adjusted her voluptuous body in the driver’s seat. Dimple checks her makeup and hair in the rearview mirror, throws a naughty smile knowing that her beauty can remind an old man about his youthful days, and finally drove towards Aryan’s school.

[thereald]

Thankyou for the support everyone. It means a lot.

Next update will cover the story and history of Dimple before and she got married to Rohan.

[M¡Lf€@TeR]

Gr8 going man. Nicely built up , projecting small things happening in the family .. built up is more imp than the sex
Excited 2 think posh mature wife banged ...
But only if the updts been bigger ... pls try

[Mr dumbo]

Finally a seemingly good story. Atleast a good start. A good effort 2 make xossipy grt again....
Hope all these dont end up in one thunderous night , birju chacha & dimple beti all of a sudden holding each other & start khapakhap or a flirtatious birju sing /whistle , with dimple getting seduced
"Bade ghar ki bahu by ladoo1" , in hindi font , grtest adultery story in xossip till date ,...that started it all. It was a league beyond. Only god knows what happened of the writer after that...
Shit writers came up with similar plots , with all their immature stuff , fuckinly boring absurdities like kahani bade ghar ki , ek masum housewife etc etc. Most dint even complete ,& thankfully so Lol

[Dreamybuzz]

Thankyou for the support everyone. It means a lot.

Next update will cover the story and history of Dimple before and she got married to Rohan.

A great start to the story. Awaiting the next part.

[milfravisher]

Gr8 going man. Nicely built up , projecting small things happening in the family .. built up is more imp than the sex
Excited 2 think posh mature wife banged ...
But only if the updts been bigger ... pls try

Ya, the updates are smaller than milfeater's dick. Pls Make them longer.

[M¡Lf€@TeR]

Update karo bro ,...
Big small whatever

[M¡Lf€@TeR]

Ya, the updates are smaller than milfeater's dick. Pls Make them longer.

& now look u hv turned it dickless..
DickLESSravisher is about 2 b ravished by milfs
Pls hurry up. Atleast a smal di**ed updt will do     Letz save him

[M¡Lf€@TeR]

Finally a seemingly  good story. Atleast a good start. A good effort 2 make xossipy grt again....
Hope all these dont end up in one thunderous night , birju chacha & dimple beti all of a sudden holding each other & start khapakhap or a flirtatious birju sing /whistle , with dimple getting seduced
"Bade ghar ki bahu by ladoo1" , in hindi font ,  grtest adultery story in xossip till date ,...that started it all. It was a league beyond. Only god knows what happened of the writer after that...
Shit writers came up with similar plots , with all their immature stuff ,  fuckinly boring absurdities like kahani bade ghar ki , ek masum housewife etc etc. Most dint even complete ,& thankfully so  Lol

Haaha , dont xpect anything 2 match up 2 it. An absolute masterpiece.

[thereald]

EPISODE-3

Dimple dropped Aryan at the school and on her way back she found herself passing in front of City College. She slowed down her Range Rover and slowly parked on side of the road. She rolled her window down to take a look at the collegiate enjoying their energetic youthful days. She kept staring at the students thinking about her college days when her college life used to be identical to them. This sight sent her back in the memory lane when her life was all about friends, parties, and countless adventures. When all she had to worry about was which designer dress she was going to purchase. Dimple found herself hypnotized in her nostalgic memories.

About 9 years ago

A 21-year-old Dimple wakes up to her mother knocking on her door continuously. “Dimpleeeee wake-up beta. It’s almost noon. Don’t you have college today?” Dimple slowly got out of her bed, rubbing her sexy brown eyes, she opened the door. “ Arra mummaa kya huya, why are you shouting at me”. Nisha gave a wide smile to Dimple, “ Arra meri maharaniii, you are late for college. Get ready sleepy head. But agar apki wish ho toh college main ghar pa mangva lu?” Dimple gave a silly grin to her mother, “ koyi baat nahi mumma, papa ko bolkar degree ghar par hi mangva lenga.” Nisha caressed Dimple’s face gently, “ my naughty princess. Chal ab breakfast is ready. Skipping meals is not good. Agar apni ya shakal and body sexy maintain karni hai toh you need to eat regular meals.”

Dimple was born in a family which was rich from generations. Her forefathers and relatives all hailed from an upper-class lineage. Dimple’s father Sanjay Singhania was a business tycoon. He took over the business after his father’s demise. Dimple’s mother Nisha also hailed from a family of industrialists. She now helped Sanjay with his business. This made sure that growing up, Dimple never had even the slightest idea of lack of money. Both her parents pampered her a lot because Nisha was having problems in conceiving, but when she got pregnant, it brought them immense happiness, and thus nothing mattered more to them than Dimple. Her father got her everything she ever demanded and spoiled her with every luxury. She didn’t have to even raise a finger to do anything. Maids and servants were behind her like a shadow to make sure she lives her life like a princess.
Growing up Dimple always loved American serials and movies. She became obsessed with American culture and way of life. She would always talk about shifting to America, become a singer, and live rest of her life the American way. Her father would take the family on vacations in Hawai where Dimple used to marvel at how American’s lived and enjoyed their life. Her obsession was further fueled by her mother, who always filled her ears with criticism of Indian culture and how it was built to suppress women. Nisha would always nag about backward and primitive Indian culture. She was a relentless lady who always believed in ditching the barriers constructed around women by the Indian culture and enjoy the essence of life in whatever way a person desired. Moreover, Dimple’s parents always boasted about being intellectuals who “don’t like to pray in front of stones and imaginary gods”. Sanjay also wanted to shift to America but believed that India offers better business opportunities.

Their attitude towards life made sure by the time Dimple was an adult, she was already a spoiled brat who was full of herself. She used to hang around only with rich kids. Her father’s money and power got to her head. Wealth was the only factor she judged a person with and despised everyone who belonged to a financially weaker class. In fact, she regarded manual laborers as the scum of the earth. India being a country with an ample amount of poverty and population, Dimple begged her father to send her to a college in California after completing school. But Sanjay refused her demand outright, “Beta we don’t want to send you away from our eyes. We will be alone without you. India is not such a bad country. We will send you to a classy college of your choice. Anything you want you just name it but please drop this obsession with America. If you want we can go for vacation sometimes in California or Vegas?” Deep down Sanjay knew Dimple had no idea of how to live alone in this cruel world. She was a girl who lived in her imaginary world where she was the queen with unlimited wealth rest of the world was her humble servant. Hearing a straight “NO” from her father for the first time in life came as a shocker to Dimple who slammed her new iPhone on the floor and ran to her room sobbing. Dimple wasn’t ready to accept a refusal but her father who was always good with words tried to assure Dimple that he will certainly send her to America after her graduation for further studies. But Dimple’s tears kept flowing like a river in heavy monsoon rain. He felt bad looking at her daughter’s tears.

The next day Sanjay bought a new Mercedes and of course a new iPhone for Dimple to distract her mind. Dimple was a materialistic girl who jumped with excitement looking at her new ride. Sanjay’s calmly talked to her, “beta we will send you to America jab aap thoi barri ho jayogi. Abhi aap graduation complete karlo fir jaha bhi aap bolo we will send you there. Tum chali jayogi toh hama kon dekhega. Tumhara siva hamara koyi nahi hai. Abhi aap apni new car main enjoy karo. Anything you want, just say it”. Dimple might be a spoiled brat but she loved her parents immensely. Rajesh’s emotional talk made her drop her bratty drama and she pointed her finger at Rajesh, “After my graduation, I will not stay even a single day in this shit hole country”.
Days passed and Dimple found new friends in her college and she enjoyed her college life a lot. By the time she completed her graduation, she was already a full grown lady. Standing at 5’11. Dimple was much taller than usual Indian girls. Her body was fuller and plumper than usual Indian standards. Despite her voluptuous built her body looked tight. Always being in a comfortable environment she had skin so smooth and white it can put the moon to shame. When she walked her boobs would jiggle and her ass cheeks would clap against each other. Her facial features and beauty would give any famous actress a run for her money. Her white spotless face would always glow with her sexy smile. Her ass to waist ratio was so seductive that even the older professors of her college dreamed about rubbing their limp dicks on her ass. Her height and long thick thighs made her assets look even more sensual. She was a walking sex symbol and looked like the dream girl of every man. Her striking physical features were genetically passed on to her from her mother who to further enhance Dimple’s beauty, always looked after her nutrition and diet to make sure her daughter grows up to be a woman who will slay the hearts of even the strongest of men. Dimple earned her body through regular physical activities like swimming or weight training. Nearly every girl as well as women professors in her college hated Dimple out of jealousy. Deep down they all wanted to look like her. Typically Indian girls either have a seductive body with not so good looking face or a pretty face with a flat body. But Dimple had the best of both worlds, a desirable body with a seductive face. Dimple’s gifts attracted the attention of a lot of people- a couple of perverted professors in particular, who offered Dimple one-on-one tuition classes in case she was having any doubts in the class.

All this attention made Dimple’s attitude even more unpleasant to the point where she looked at other people as cockroaches in front of her except one person- her best friend Neha.

Neha also came from a rich and modern family and thus, Dimple got along with her instantly. Both shared similar qualities except that Neha wasn’t a complete bitch like Dimple. Neha was much sluttier but knew a thing or two about how to be respectful to other people especially the lower class. Both girls looked after each other as sisters. Neha grew concerned about Dimple’s aloof nature and decided to call Dimple one day to discuss these things with her. “Heyy Dimple kya haal hai meri jaan. What’s going on? “Dimple chuckled at Neha’s question.” Nothing fatso, I just got out of shower, tu kya kar rahi hai.” Neha in a flirtatious voice, “ Ohhooo kya kuch keya fir shower main. Dekh kahi Nisha aunty ko pata na chal jaya tera shower time ka details” Dimple makes flustered face, “yah yah yah aur toh tujha kuch ata nahi. Tera dimag main bass yahi chalta hai. If you don’t have anything important kal baat karta hain ” Neha laughs a bit, “ acha chal leave it. I have something important to talk about. Main kafi time sa dekh rahi hu tu kafi gussa main rehti hai hamehsa. Koyi problem hai?” Dimple felt surprised by this question, “babe what are you talking about. Main tujh parr kab gussa huyi. I love you meri janaman” Neha quickly replies, “I know that parr I was asking just out of curiosity. Actually you don’t talk to anyone else apart from me in college. Kafi sarra boys bhi bolta hain ka they wanna talk more to you but you are rude to them. Acha sun vo Rishab nahi hai handsome hunk apna section vala, he likes you and usna mujha bola hai tujhe baat karna ka leya. He is definitely in love you babe. Kitna handsome hai yaar vo. Uski body dekhi tuna ekdam sexy hunk. Sarre larkeya marti hai uspa. He will make you happy and you will enjoy his company. You are lucky ka uska dil aa geya tera upar. Sarra college Ek barr us sa battt ka……” Dimple interrupts her “ oyaaaa hello tu samjhti kya ha apna aap ko. Aur kya boli tu, I am lucky? Tera us Rishab jaise na mera ghar par toilet saaf karta hain.” This sudden burst of anger startled Neha even on phone and she quickly tried to make things calm, “ arra arra baby I was just telling you. End of the day you will marry someone, aur I thought ke Rishab is rich and handsome and he loves you. Tujhe aau kya chahiye” This failed attempt proved to be like petrol in fire and Dimple’s anger irrupted once again“ okayyyyyy so I can tune mujha khareed leya hai jo tu meri shadi ki fikar. Tu kya chahti hai main tera us Rishab or kisa us jaise Indian larka sa shaadi karu and saari zindagi unka ghar ki naukrani bann kar rahu. I want to go to America, live an independent life, wanna marry someone who doesn’t believe in shitty family values and stone worshiping. I want to spend the rest of my life with an open-minded American, enjoying myself with my partner. Kisa ka ghar ki bahu bankar unka bartan nahi dhona mujhe. I have ambitions in life, I’m not a slut like you who only want to get on every available dick.” This left Neha furious, “ Dekh Dimple, I was just having a normal conversation but you are crossing your limit madam, mind your tongue. Tune bhi mujha khareeda nahi huya ki jo muh main aya bolta ja rahi hai. I am your best friend, you should be ashamed of yourself for talking like this to me. “Dimple was in no mood to back down, “ Listen to me carefully, apna dosti apna paas rakh. You suck your Rishab’s dick and be her whore, and please don’t even think about calling me again.” Dimple hung up the phone and blocked Neha’s number and throws her phone away “Bloody bitch”.

Neha was left in tears hearing this from the person she considered as her sister. She vowed to never meet Dimple again. Dimple realized her mistake after few days but she was too proud to apologize to Neha. Just like this, their friendship bond broke. Now Dimple was completely focused on her ultimate goal of life- shifting to America and become a singer. She was an average singer but nobody dared to tell her this. Within a couple of months, she completed her final graduation exams. Her father realized that the time has come for the promise he made to dimple three years ago. But he was not ready to send his baby girl far avail all by herself. He discussed this with Nisha at greater lengths. Nisha came up with a solution, “ See Sanjay I know ka tum Dimple ko bhejna nahi chahta but she is too stubborn. Agar tum usa esa rokoga toh ek din vo ghar sa bhaag jayagi. Do one thing, I know you are worried because she never saw what the real world looked like. I know she is not built for the real world yet. But like it or not we will have to send her otherwise she might do something terrible. Tum aisa karo ka, she is now free from college, involve her with you in business activities. Teach her how to among people. Let her work around your few months and she will be a different independent lady. I know my daughter, she is smart and a quick learner. Sanjay reluctantly agreed to this.

For the next few months, Dimple worked alongside her father and got the gist of how to operate a business. She liked it but her dream was to keep her mind distracted. During this time her Visa and college admission process finalized and finally the day came when a Dimple was packed and ready to fly to her dreamland- all alone. She wanted to call and Neha for a final time but she ditched the idea thinking, “ phewww I won’t even come back to this crap country ever again. Neha can go screw herself”. Dimple’s parents deep down knew why she was always so desperate to shift to America- so that she can date and marry a handsome American, just like the ones she grew up watching in movies and social media. Her parents were quite modern and open-minded but they wanted her daughter to marry an Indian guy from a respectable family. But nothing can be done now.

They knew there is no point in changing Dimple’s mind. Both Sanjay and Nisha were in tears sending their daughter into the airport. But every fiber in Dimple’s body was joyful and excited. Just when Dimple was about to get towards her boarding area, Sanjay wiped his tears, hugged her tightly, and spoke in her ear, “don’t make me regret my decision”. Dimple looked in his eyes, “I won’t”. Then Dimple rushed towards the plane just like a child who suddenly saw a mountain of candies. Dimple put her tight big ass on her seat, fastened seat belts, and mumbled, “America, your new superstar is coming”.

[thereald]

Thanks a lot for the support everyone. I will try my best to make the updates longer and consistent, being a noob writer it is hard for me to sit down and dedicate time to write and think for story. But I am putting my heart and soul into this. Please bear with me.

[milfravisher]

Hope to see some hardcore pounding in America. Bitch needs to learn her lesson!!

[M¡Lf€@TeR]

Wah bhai nice updt....

[BukkaaReddy]

PLz narrate more n more in the present, little bit like headlines about Past.