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Bhai Ranjan wala ya kaala kutta wala likh do ab
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rary, his wife Suryaprabha was total in contrast to her husband. What attracted Pawan Kumar was her innocent and young personality. She was still a student although she was married 10 days before. She was tall and very slim. She was fair although not pure white in colour, but her smooth skin was glazing. She had jet black oiled long thick hair with central partition on her head, and made in to a single long braid which was reaching below her hips. She had a red coloured prominent bindi on her forehead. She had a streak of sindur(vermilion)in hair partition of her head. She wore jasmine flowers in her hair which reached at the end of her braid. The entire coupe was pervaded with the sweet fragrance of her jasmine flowers. She had gold earrings, gold nose stud, and had gold chain on her neck. She had two wide gold bangles added with 6 nos of glass bangles in each of her wrists, which produced tinkling sound. She was dresses in red coloured kanjeevaram pure silk saree covering her voluminous assets. Her medium sized small melon like conical firm breasts and enormous ass protruded out of her saree and her long knee length braid swings like a pendulum on her fat protruding inverted pots-like hips, while she walks. She wore her saree three inches below her round deep fat navel revealing her breasts and cleavage through her very low and wide cut blouse. She had a charming and smiling face, but she was very shy, even she could not dare to stare Moushumi directly, and would cast her glance downwards with dropping eyes.
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He instructed," Suryaprabha, just balance yourself by grabbing the water tank of toilet with your two hands. She was embracing the water tank tightly, and bending her face inside the hole of toilet by crawling over the toilet seat and raising her ass above high. Her head now faced the dirty toilet seat, barely inches away; her Mangal sutra hung down due to gravity and its lower end was well below the rim of the toilet seat, oscillating like a pendulum. She could feel the strong smell of dis-infection liquid coming from the hole of toilet. For a moment, she felt she would faint herself. Her knees were awkwardly bent, half her weight supported by the toilet seat.
Plz use mangalsutra toilet and recently married grl fatish
Use it bhai
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Ride back home is awesome
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Bro wait I have copied it and post here for ur better understanding! ???
I deserve even better from ur side.
U can find the hole story on literotica