Poonam’s transformation (Journey of an influencer)

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Sabhi mardo ki nigaahe is waqt Poonam ke deep nabhi ,uski badi gaddedaar gaand or uski deep neck se jhaakti hui 5 inch ke cleavage par tiki thi....sabhi mard use hawas bhari nigaah se dekh rahe the or dekhte bhi kyo na...Poonam hai hi aisi ki namard ka lund mai bhi hulchul hojaaye uski kaatilana figure ko dekhkar...upar se backless blouse jisme bas 2 inchi ki patli si patti bandhi thi jiska kaam bas bra ke strap ko dhakna or blouse ko uske jism par sambhal ke rakhna tha.....accho accho ka niyat badal jaaye Poonam ko dekhkar....khair avi party mai pahuchte hi uncle ke saath lag gaya or do char logo se milkar baate karne laga...wahi Poonam bilkul akeli khadi thi use bahut awkward lag raha tha yu is tarah party mai beecho beech akeli khade rahna....wo idher udher dekhti hai par sabhi mard ke nigaahe apne jism par dekhke usko ajeeb sa feel hone lagta hai par saath hi saath apne khoobsurti par proud bhi feel hota hai.....



Whi dusri taraf uncle man hi man bhut khus ho raha tha...wo ab dheere dheere apni manjil ki ore pahuch raha tha.....wo apne man mai bolta hai ki mujhe pura bharosa hai meri raand ki tu bilkul waisi hi tayyar hogi jesa mene tujhse guzarish ki thi....hehe....tere andar bhut badi randi chupi hai meri raani ...or maine tera randipan dekha hai jab tu jhuk kar apni gaand ko mere lund pe ghissss rahi thi.....uuuffffffff......qa kamaal ka ehsaas tha uffffffffff.....sochte hi lund pagal sa hone lagta hai.....man karta hai ki avi ke avi muth maarlu tere naam ki .....ab to intezar hai raat kijaan.....muth to mai tujhse baat karke or teri hot photo dekh kar hi maarunga....hahaha..........



Ab Poonam ready ho chuki thi

bra top pehen kar wo khud ko acche se mirror mai dekhti hai to khud ko dekhkar chauk si jaati hai.....wo jeeti jaavti kaam ki devi lav rahi thi.....aadhe se jyada uske cleavage ujagar ho rahe the jo net se dhake hue the.....or pura pet saaf taur se dikh raha tha....koi bhi mard is roop mai avi poonam ko dekh le to yakinan paani chhod de.....khair poonam ab dress ko lapetna shuru karti hai or dekhte dekhte dress pehen leti hai....ab poonam dressing table par baoth jaati hai ....itne der mai avi bhi naha kar bathroom se nikal jaata hai or is roop mai poonam ko dekh kar apna lauda masalne lagta hai.....wo foran apni biwi ke paas jaata hai or uske peeche khade hokar uske kandhe ko sehlata hua bolta hai ki kya baat hai vandu ....tum to aaj bhut khubsurat lag rahi ho ....lagta hai aaj party mai sabhi mardo par bijli giraogi....hehe....uski baat ko sunkar poonam palatte hue bolti hai ki aapko to khusi hona chahiye ki sab mard aapse jalenge ...hehe.....wahi avi muuskurate hue bolta hai mardo ka to pata nahi par aurat sabhi tumse jalengi.....hehe.....

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[ShanthifrmSingapore]

Very very erotic story …. Mmmm

[Amino]

Story erotic adventure of poonam

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Good story

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Late hote Poonam jaldi se apni dress chunti hai or bed pe daalke nahane chali jati h…

Uski dress me rakhe bra or panty k color ko dekh kr lag raha tha ki wo aaj ek pardarshi dress me
Apni jism k har ek kataav ko dikhati hui nazar aegi
Ab Poonam itne tight kapde chunti thi jisme
Uske boobs or bhi ubhar kr dikhai dete the
Sath hi uski padded pushup bra pehnne se uski top k upar se gol chuchiya saaf pata chalti thi
Yahan tak ki usne jo thong type ki panty pehni thi
Wo Poonam ki badi gaand k bich me dhansi dikhai padti ek masak v shape uski
Chaudi manmohak gaand ko or bhi ubhar deti thi.
Poonam nahKr wo top uthati hai.
Poonam: hey bhagwan firse itna chhota top??? (Isme to mere boobs saaf nazar aenge dekhne wale ko… kuchh bhi dikhe ya na dikhe bas boobs hilne ni chahiye)
Magar yahi par galti krte Poonam aaj wo bra pehen leti hai jisme se uski top me
Uthi chuchiya bahut zada expose lga rahi thi.
Uski bra k straps designer the isliye do patli si strip uske kandhe pe us sexy bra ko smbhale uski dono watermelons jo dekhne wale k lund khada kar deti thi.

Poonam apne leggings ko kisi tarah pehnne k baad apna look
Thoda makeup krte hue apne rasbhare hoton pe lipstick or kajal lagake fir ek 4 inch ki high heels pehen kr mirror k samne khadi ho jati h


Poonam(ufff kya kayamat lag rahi hu mai, itne tight kapdo me fir apni chhati ka ubhar dekh k sharma jaati hai, ki wo thodi der me abhi bahar inhi kapdo me jane wali thi or Poonam bhalu bhanti janti thi ki
Ye dress me uske top se nikle hue uske boobs mard zarur dekh k maza lenge.

Poonam matakti hui colony k gate se nikalte hue ek baar guard ko dekhti hai, fir najane kyu jaate hue apni chutadon ko chaal se hilate hue aage badhti hai.
Poonam( zarur harami meri ass ghur raha hoga) 

Poonam usi rickshaw wale ko dekh k smjh jaati hai ki ye wai harami uncle hai jo us din meri cleavage me jhaank raha tha

Poonam apne samne us buddhe ko apni chhaati ghurte dekh leti hai fir bolti hai.

P: uncle chaloge market
U: hn ji mem sab baitho
Poonam apne pairo ko aage badhake taxi me baith jati h or auto chal jata hai.

Auto chalte Poonam bahar dekhti hui ek baar andar dekhti h to paati hai
Ki wo driver uske jism ko dekh raha hai.

Poonam fir bahar dekhne lagti h jahan thoda andhi chalna start ho gya tha.


Auto driver: madam yahan side me rok lu
Poonam: kyu
D: arre mem thund lg rhi h isliye bahut tez peshaab aya hai
P: (us

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The city pulsed, glittering and alive under the summer sun. I felt the thrum under my heels as I walked, a puff and dance of heat rising from the pavement to caress my legs in a warm, sinful whisper.

It was Friday, and that meant it was time to play.

I wore a dress so short and so red that I could feel the judgmental gaze of society upon me as I strutted down the busy street, swinging my hip and loving how the wind played with my hem.

The fabric danced, teasing and flashing glimpses of my thighs, and I smirked at the thoughts of all the men I was stirring with my display.

My best friend, Simran, walked beside me, her eyes gleaming with mirth as she whispered wickedly, "You're in heat today, aren't you?"

"So what if I am?" I shot back with grin. "Haven't you heard? Women can have needs too."

She squeezed my hand, her laughter rising in the chaos of hawker's calls.

We were like animals, resilient and unrepentant; we reveled in our sensuality and did not flinch at the disapproval of the old and the pious. We were two women who owned our desires and lived them without apology.

The day wore on, and we moved between the narrow lanes, where the scent of spices filled the air and textiles of every color and pattern dripped from the metal racks. The rhythm of our laughter and our heels against the cobblestones drew men like moths to a flame.

They were everywhere, their eyes hungrily tracing the lines of our bodies, imagining what lay beneath. Some hesitated, drawn to our aura yet unsure if the dare was worth the risk.

Others were bolder, stepping in our path to engage in conversation. I flirted with them mercilessly - teasing, laughing, and brushing up against them just enough to leave them wanting more. Simran was my wingman, her presence both encouraging and grounding. It was in one of these moments that I met Rajiv.

Young and old, they'd turn to ogle at my legs, my ass, and Simran's taunting smile.

There were the discreet ones, too afraid of society's judgment to act on their desires. I'd meet their shy looks with a wink, enjoying the charge it sent rippling through them.

I had no desire to have them all, no. Just a few special ones.

Among them was Rajiv, a distinguished older gentleman who would be unremarkable if not for his successful business.

At first, the attraction between us was one-sided, the thrill of the forbidden as I paraded around him, barely dressed despite the public place.

His eyes followed my every move, and I couldn't resist letting my gaze linger on his form. He was everything I desired, a mature man who could own me and take me with his strength. I noticed his subtle attempts to get close enough to brush his fingers on my exposed shoulder, my arm, just a touch to leave an imprint as if branding me.

Simran saw the connection, letting out a low whistle, "Looks like you've caught the attention of a big fish, Poo."

The next day, Rajiv sent a message. I read it on my phone, the small screen lighting up with bold letters: "I'd like to invite you over for dinner. I'd like to taste more than just the spices you offer to the market."

A shiver ran down my spine. I closed my eyes, swallowing the heat rising in my chest.

Tonight, I decided.

My heart raced at the thought, and my skin tingled with the erotic promise that accompanied anticipation. I responded to Rajiv with a simple, "I'd love to join you for dinner, Rajiv."

Oh, the delicious tension when I slid those words through the wires. My fingers took on a life of their own, typing and pausing, considering each subtle word choice. Yes, my flirtatious streak served me well in writing to this mysterious, compelling older man.

With each stroke of my fingers, my heart raced faster, anticipation building until it bubbled over into a primal ache blossoming between my thighs.

We arrived at his address punctually at 8pm, eager to find out what was hidden behind the imposing gates of his luxe home. The housekeeper let us in, then led us to a candlelit table on the patio, set for two. Live music flowed softly from hidden speakers, filling the air with seduction.

My mouth went dry, and I realized just how badly I wanted Rajiv.

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The thought of spending the night with him, feeling his hands on my body, his mouth on mine, made my heart pound in my chest. I could feel the heat between my legs, my panties already damp with want.

Rajiv, noticing my discomfort, offered me a glass of wine. "Here, have some. It'll help you relax."

I took the glass, our fingers brushing, and I felt a spark ignite at the touch. I took a sip, the cool liquid sliding down my throat, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Or perhaps that was the heat of Rajiv's gaze, scorching me from across the table. I could feel it, like a physical touch, tracing the curves of my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips, my thighs. I shifted in my seat, the silk of my dress rustling softly, a symphony of anticipation.

"Tell me, Poonam," Rajiv began, his voice a low rumble, "do you always dress like this?"

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips. "Like what, Rajiv?"

He gestured towards me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Like a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to show it."

I laughed, a sultry sound that seemed to echo in the night. "Is that a problem, Rajiv?" I asked, my voice laced with challenge.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a growl. "Not at all. In fact, it's fucking sexy as hell."

I felt a jolt of electricity at his words, my pussy clenching in response. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my panties soaked with my desire.

His words had done something to me, unleashing a hunger that I couldn't control. I stood up, my chair scbanging loudly against the stone floor, and walked around the table towards him. His eyes never left mine, a predatory gleam in them as he watched me approach.

"I think you talk too much, Rajiv," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I was standing in front of him now, close enough to feel his breath on my legs. I placed my hands on his shoulders, straddling him on the chair, my dress riding up to reveal more of my thighs.