Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[shake chilli]

Waiting boss this sex day sun day

[iCuby]

What is needed is that Shipra should get manipulated... Manipulated by patode and other men

[iCuby]

The story is not moving forward because every time Shipra put on a wall, she is resisting beyond expectations and capabilities. She is sex starved and she is wild... So make her vulnerable. She should give in for so much seduction.

[Nutcraker40]

Where's alok and swapnil ?where's the hidden camera where the humiliation where's the spanking and discipline would love to see shipra get a spanking by young jealous alok or have some in spank her kid to get to her have the slum poor village or in the story is patobe african?can we get more race play interfaith also some no panty short skirt would be great pussy flash an old man or have her have sex in a ashram have her do nude webcam for her husband have her husband cheat with her friend have her move far from the woman she once was the further the better have her friend move up getting all the benefits from shipra misfortune have her start a new life as a stripper somehow

[shake chilli]

Where's alok  and swapnil ?where's the hidden camera where the humiliation where's the spanking and discipline would love to see shipra get a spanking by young jealous alok or have some in spank her kid to get to her have the slum poor village or in the story is patobe african?can we get more race play interfaith also some no panty short skirt would be great pussy flash an old man or have her have sex in a ashram have her do nude webcam for her husband have her husband cheat with her friend have her move far from the woman she once was the further the better have her friend move up getting all the benefits from shipra misfortune have her start a new life as a stripper somehow

Wating Sun day fun day

[shashank13]

eagerly waiting for update bro .......

[mulaikallan]

Marvelous narration

[drlund]

Its difficult to wait

[Dumeelkumar]

This is like a silence before a storm.

[shake chilli]

Sunday waiting boss next update

[suryaspk]

Waiting to know what happened next. Author please post next update soon

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 22: The First Reward: Part 1

"So that’s what she was hinting at on her way out," Namrata said, a sly smile spreading across her face as she finally heard the details of Patode's night with Shipra. She rocked slowly on Patode's cock, teasing him, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Patode, visibly frustrated, tightened his grip on her hips, forcing her to grind harder against him. "So now that you know what happened," he groaned, his voice thick with arousal. "It's time to do it properly, slide it in... let me feel that warm, tight cunt of yours."

But Namrata, ever defiant, ignored his plea, continuing her slow, deliberate motions. "It’s really odd though," she mused aloud, still teasing him. "You're taking rather slow with Shipra. You caving to demands? That’s not like you, Patode." Namrata said in a curious tone. "What’s the deal? You’ve got an ulterior motive, don’t you? What are you plotting? Or are you two hiding something? Did you two fuck and are not telling me?"

Patode's eyes flashed with impatience and frustration. "Enough of your questions," Patode growled and with a swift, effortless motion, he lifted Namrata by her hips and repositioned his cock at her soaking entrance, his arrogant grin returning as he teased her with the tip. Before she could react, he let her down slowly, the head of his cock slipping inside her already dripping hole.

Namrata gasped, her body jolting with surprise as Patode breached her with his thick, hard length. Her mouth fell open in a silent moan, overwhelmed by the sudden invasion. He paused only for a second before pulling her down hard, driving his full length into her in a single, fluid motion, stretching her to her limit.

"Forget everything else, all you should be focused on now is pleasuring me," Patode commanded, his voice husky and dominant as he took control, beginning to pump his dick.



Namrata's body shuddered violently, the feeling of being completely stuffed overwhelming her senses. Her head fell back, her moans loud and unrestrained.

"Ohhhhhh... Godddd... Patode... so deeeeeeeep... fuckkkkkkk," she cried out, her breath hitching with each powerful thrust. In this cowgirl position the way his cock reached new, untouched depths inside her, made her entire body tremble with raw pleasure.

    

Patode groaned, equally consumed by the intensity of the moment. "Oh yeaaaaahhh," he growled through clenched teeth, his muscles taut as he thrust up into her. "So tight and warm... fuck, you feel amazing."

He kept pushing her down onto his cock, making her take every inch, every movement deliberate and primal. Namrata’s hands found their way to his chest, trying to steady herself as the sensations ripped through her, her hips instinctively meeting his powerful thrusts as their rhythm intensified.

"That’s it," Patode grunted. "Ride me harder."



Namrata, completely lost in the moment, obeyed, her pace quickening as her own pleasure built to unbearable heights. Their moans filled the room, the obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing with every thrust.

As they moved together, the intensity only heightened, their moans and grunts blending into a symphony of pure, unfiltered desire. Namrata’s high-pitched cries mixed with Patode’s deep, guttural groans as their bodies collided in a relentless rhythm. Every thrust was met with a moan, every grind with a gasp, as they indulged fully in the carnal act that consumed them both.

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"Get your filthy hands off me!
Leave me! Let me go!
Who are you people?
Where are you taking me?
Stop the vehicle right now!"
Sanju's voice trembled with a mix of fear and rage as she thrashed against the tight grip holding her down.

Suddenly, SMACK!

"Shut up, you noisy bitch!" one of the men snarled, delivering a vicious slap across her face. The force of the blow made her head snap to the side, her vision blurring momentarily. Pain seared through her left cheek, the skin stinging and hot as if it were on fire.

Before she could recover, the cold touch of a blade was pressed against her throat. Her breath hitched, and her struggles came to a halt, instinctively. The man holding the knife leaned in closer, his breath foul. "One more word, and I'll slit your throat right here," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. The other men in the van chuckled darkly, as if they were enjoying the show.

Sanju's heart pounded in her chest, panic gripping her entire being. She tried to swallow, but the knife was pressed too tightly against her skin. Tears welled up in her eyes, not just from the pain but from the helplessness that washed over her.

The van sped down the isolated road. Her mind raced. Who were these men? What did they want with her? This wasn’t random. They had a plan. But what was it? "Why are you doing this?" Sanju's voice trembled, barely audible, her eyes wide with terror. "I think you’ve got the wrong person, I’m just a village girl from a poor family. There’s no ransom in this for you."

The man across from her glanced back at his crew, their faces splitting into sinister grins. He turned to Sanju again, tilting his head with a twisted smile. "Ransom?" He chuckled, low and menacing. "You really think this is about money?" His voice dripped with mockery as he inched closer to her, his presence oppressive. "This isn’t a kidnapping, bitch."

Sanju flinched at the vulgarity of his words, her body instinctively retreating as he approached. His gaze bore into her, predatory and cold. "You shouldn't have meddled in matters you couldn't possibly understand," he continued, his voice hardening. "Now, you're going to pay for your stupidity."

Her breath caught in her throat as he lowered the knife, its tip now hovering near her blouse. Slowly, deliberately, he slid the blade further down, the cold metal grazing her skin just above her cleavage. She gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably, a wave of panic surging through her.

"Don't make me do something you'll regret." His voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried an unmistakable threat. His eyes darkened as the knife lingered, teasingly close to the fabric at the hem of her blouse revealing a slight cleavage.

Sanju scrambled back, clutching her dupatta in a desperate attempt to shield herself, her fingers trembling as she pulled it tightly around her exposed chest. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out, but fear had her paralyzed. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the malice in his expression. Dread curled in her stomach, her instincts screaming at her to run, but there was nowhere to go.

"Please," she finally whispered, her voice breaking, "just let me go." But even as the words left her lips, she knew they would fall on deaf ears.

"You're at Saad Bhai's mercy now," the man with the knife said calmly his eyes roving over Sanju's body as he slid his hand under her skirt to caress her thighs. "But I doubt he'll let such a fresh piece go so easily."

Sanju recoiled in disgust, pulling her legs away and curling into herself, her stomach churning at the violation. The men burst into laughter, their eyes devouring her fear.

"Better behave when we get there," another man in the van warned, a cruel grin spreading across his face. "Or you'll wish you were never born."

Sanju remained silent, trembling as dread crept through her veins, bracing herself for whatever awaited her.

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"Oh god, you two! How insatiable can you be?" Shipra exclaimed, her voice filled with irritating exasperation as she stood at the threshold of her room. She had just taken a long, much-needed shower, feeling refreshed, but the sight that greeted her made her raise an eyebrow.

Dbangd in nothing but a towel that barely covered her ample curves, the towel hugged her chest barely holding her ample bosom and stopped just a few inches above her knees giving a seductive view of her milky thighs. Her wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, droplets of water sliding down her skin, catching the light as they slowly trailed along her neck and collarbone. She felt the cool air against her damp skin, a stark contrast to the steamy heat radiating from the two entwined bodies.

Despite her earlier instructions to the two of them to wrap up their sexual escapades, Shipra quickly realized that her words had fallen on deaf ears. If anything, they had ignored her completely, taking their intimate activities to a whole new level. Patode now had Namrata pressed down into the mattress, gripping her hips tightly as he relentlessly thrust into her from behind. Namrata's muffled moans filled the room, mingling with the guttural groans escaping from Patode's throat, each sound underscoring the raw pleasure they shared.

Namrata's back arched, her ass jutting up in the air, while her upper body was nearly submerged in the bed’s softness. Her hands clutched the sheets, her body moving rhythmically in sync with Patode’s fierce pace. Their sweaty, glistening bodies shone under the dim light, moving with an effortless, animalistic rhythm, lost in their shared ecstasy. So consumed were they in their passion that neither noticed Shipra standing at the door.

For a long moment, Shipra stood frozen, her hand gripping the edge of the towel that barely clung to her body, her mind caught between irritation and something else she didn’t want to admit. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, traced the frantic motion of their bodies, and despite herself, a flicker of heat stirred deep within her, an uncomfortable sensation she fought to suppress. Her breath hitched slightly, a flush creeping into her cheeks as she watched the unabashed display of lust before her.

Shaking her head to break the spell, she sighed in frustration, finally snapping out of her daze. "Seriously?" she muttered, her voice low but laced with irritation. "You two just can’t get enough, can you?" She raised an eyebrow, her tone cutting. "How horny can you be?"

Still, despite her frustration, Shipra’s gaze lingered for a second longer than she intended, the scene leaving her uncomfortably aware of the undeniable tension building inside her.

"Sorry, ma'am... We didn’t… see you there," Patode finally muttered between ragged breaths, glancing over his shoulder at Shipra standing by the door. A slow grin spread across his face as he caught his breath, still buried deep inside Namrata. "We’ve still got some time. Why don’t you drop that towel and join us?" His voice was thick with arrogance, each word deliberate. "This one could use a little breather. What do you say? Wanna help out your friend?" His pace slowed, but his thrusts remained steady as Namrata whimpered beneath him.

Shipra’s eyes narrowed at his bold suggestion, unimpressed. She let out a sharp exhale, her expression shifting from irritation to cold amusement. "Not gonna happen, Patode," she shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And if you two aren’t done yet, at least do me a favor and stop messing up my bed. Feel free to continue your little marathon in Namrata’s room." She strode into the room with confidence, her eyes fixed on the wardrobe as she moved past the entangled pair, barely sparing them a glance. "I’ve got to get ready. I’m not about to risk being late and pissing off the President of Zilla Parishad."

Patode’s smirk didn’t waver as he paused, his cock still deeply embedded inside Namrata. "Oh, come on, Shipra," he drawled, his voice taunting. "I’ve already given your friend here multiple orgasms. She’s practically spent. And I’m right on the edge myself." His eyes gleamed mischievously as he shot her a look over his shoulder. "With just a little help from you, I’m sure I could finish in no time."

Shipra rolled her eyes, refusing to dignify his crude invitation with a response as she rifled through the wardrobe, pulling out her clothes for the day.

Namrata, who had been lost in her own haze of pleasure, finally regained a shred of coherence as Patode’s movement slowed. Her head shot up, eyes blazing with frustration. "What? No… Keep going, Patode!" she half-growled, her voice dripping with desperation. "I need more…"

Patode chuckled, savoring the control he held over both women. He pulled out of Namrata, getting off the bed and moving toward Shipra, his steps deliberate and full of intention. Namrata, finally aware of what was happening, sat back on the bed, her chest rising and falling heavily as she caught her breath.

"Let’s just go to my room, Patode," Namrata said meekly, her voice laced with exhaustion. "She has no idea what she’s missing out on."

Shipra ignored them, focused on pulling clothes from the wardrobe. "Don’t you have a Zoom call today, Namrata?" she asked sharply, her voice cutting through the tension. "How exactly are you planning to attend that in this state? Get your head straight, both of you, and focus on what’s important." Shipra’s tone was firm as she spun around to face them.

But as she turned, her arms full of clothes, she found Patode standing mere inches behind her, his body still slick with sweat, his eyes filled with lust. Before she could react, he reached out, grabbing a small piece of cloth from her hands. It was her white cotton panties. He held them up, examining them with a smug grin.

"I’ve always wondered how something so small could cover such a shapely ass and thick hips like yours," he mused, stretching the panties between his hands, the fabric pulled taut. His grin widened as he held it up in front of her face. "This one is even smaller and sexier than the ones you wore last night." He chuckled, but Shipra’s face flushed red with embarrassment. She quickly snatched the panties from his grip, stepping back to distance herself from him, her eyes glaring with a mix of anger and shame.

"I’ll handle my call, Shipra," Namrata spoke up, waving her phone nonchalantly, her tone suddenly shifting, carrying a malicious undertone. "You should worry about yours."

"What?" Shipra’s brows furrowed as she gave Namrata a confused look.

"Alok called this morning," Namrata said in a more serious tone now. "He also called last night, you know… while you were busy choking on Patode’s dick." A light chuckle escaped her as she glanced at Shipra. "But don’t worry, I covered for you."

Shipra’s face twisted in anger and guilt, her voice rising. "What’s wrong with you, Namrata? You’re telling me this now? What did you tell him?"

Namrata shrugged, her tone nonchalant. "Relax, Shipra. I told him you weren’t feeling well, and I gave you some medicine that knocked you out. He has no clue about your… carnal activities."

"Give me that," Shipra growled, lunging toward Namrata’s phone, but Namrata dodged, keeping it just out of reach.

"Namrata, this isn’t funny," Shipra’s voice was now laced with desperation. "Hand me my phone. Alok must be worried sick."

Namrata’s lips curled into a mischievous grin as she pulled the phone further away, watching as Shipra grew more frantic. Meanwhile, Patode leaned against the wall, enjoying the spectacle unfolding before him. Namrata’s nude body lay sprawled out on the bed, her toned figure glistening with sweat, while Shipra, now standing in nothing but her towel, revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her thick, milky thighs and the curve of her shapely buttocks as she struggled to get the phone.

"Alright, you can have it," Namrata said playfully, shifting further out of Shipra’s reach. "But on one condition—make out with Patode for a few minutes. I missed the show last night. I really wanted to see you both together."

Shipra’s frustration mounted as she clenched her fists. "This is childish, Namrata. Grow up."

Namrata’s expression darkened, her voice losing its playful edge. "This is payback for calling me a bitch yesterday. Do it now, Shipra, or no phone. I’ve got all the time in the world. You don’t."

Shipra turned to Patode, her tone pleading. "Patode, be the sensible one here. Talk some sense into her."

Patode shrugged, clearly enjoying the situation. "Well, you did call her a bitch." His grin widened. "And besides, how can I say no to a chance to make out with a beauty like you?"

Namrata’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she chimed in. "Come on, Shipra. Just get it over with. It’s nothing compared to what you two have already done."

Shipra felt trapped between conflicting emotions—anger at their audacity, guilt for her own actions, and the weight of the twisted power dynamics unfolding in the room. As she struggled internally, Patode seized the moment. With swift precision, he lunged forward, grabbing her by the wrist and pushing her onto the bed. The force of his movement caught her off guard, and in an instant, she was on her back, the soft mattress giving way beneath her.

Patode wasted no time. He positioned one knee on the bed beside her, lowering his towering frame down until his face hovered just inches above hers. His breath was hot, his eyes dark with lust, and his lips hovered dangerously close to hers. Shipra’s heart raced, a mixture of fear and unwilling attraction battling inside her.

"It’s just a kiss, Shipra," Patode murmured, his voice dripping with a predatory hunger. "One of many you'll have to allow me in the coming days. And not just on these lips," he added, his tone growing even huskier as his gaze drifted downward, his intent unmistakable. "Some will be on your lower lips as well."

Before Shipra could react, his hand shot up, tangling roughly in her damp hair. He pulled her head toward him, his grip firm as he captured her lips in a hard, dominating kiss. His mouth moved against hers with a raw, aggressive hunger, his tongue forcing its way inside, demanding compliance. Shipra’s body stiffened, torn between resisting and surrendering to the force of the moment.

As Patode deepened the kiss, his other hand began to wander. With deliberate intent, his fingers slid between her thighs, creeping under the towel that barely clung to her body. His touch was invasive, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh, inching closer to her most intimate parts. Shipra gasped into his mouth, the shock of his boldness sending a surge of panic and heat through her.

"That's enough, get off me," she growled, her voice shaking with both anger and desperation as she sensed Patode's fingers about to reach her pussy. She mustered all her strength, managing to wrench her head to the side and break free from Patode’s suffocating kiss and pushed him off with every strength she had.

Patode stumbled back slightly, his lips curling into a disappointed sneer. "Awww, I was just getting started," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a sickening mixture of lust and amusement.

From across the room, Namrata let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. "I was hoping for a bit more action," she said, her tone playful but laced with cruelty as she reclined on the bed, clearly enjoying the chaos she had caused.

Ignoring her, Shipra quickly grabbed her phone from Namrata’s hand, her heart still pounding in her chest. She adjusted the towel around her body, trying to cover herself as best she could, though the sense of violation lingered in the air. "Get out, both of you!" she nearly shouted, her voice breaking. "Enough of your ridiculous games!"

Sensing that the situation had shifted, Patode gave a slight nod to Namrata, signaling it was time to leave. He stood up slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. "That was fun, ma’am. You’re always such a tease," he said with a wink, his words dripping with condescension as he sauntered toward the door.

Namrata followed close behind, a smirk still plastered on her face. "You’re no fun when you get all serious, Shipra," she teased, her voice light and airy. "But don’t worry, I got what I wanted."

As the door closed behind them, Shipra was finally alone in the room. The silence felt suffocating, and she collapsed onto the bed, her hands trembling as she clutched the towel tightly around her. Her body was still buzzing with adrenaline, but her mind was clouded with guilt, anger, and an overwhelming sense of shame.

Alok.

Her thoughts immediately went to him. Shipra felt her stomach twist with guilt as she thought of her husband, waiting for her call, completely unaware of what had transpired. Her fingers hovered over her phone. She knew she needed to call him, but she could muster enough courage to have a conversation with him after what all she did since yesterday.

She couldn’t do it. Not yet.

Instead, she unlocked her phone and opened the WhatsApp. Her hands shook as she typed, her fingers moving quickly over the keyboard.

"Sorry Alok, I wasn’t feeling well yesterday. Namrata told me you called. I’m fine now, just overslept and am getting ready for an important meeting. I’ll call you in the evening to explain everything. Don’t worry. I love you."

Her thumb hovered over the "send" button for a moment before she pressed it, watching as the message disappeared into the digital void. She set the phone down beside her, her heart heavy with the weight of her lies.

Shipra’s mind raced as she sat on the edge of the bed everything felt chaotic, like she was spiraling down a path she couldn’t escape from. The guilt gnawed at her insides, each passing second making her feel more trapped. With a deep sigh, she stood up, forcing herself to focus on the immediate task at hand—getting ready for her meeting.

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Shipra descended the stairs with an effortless grace, her black saree dbangd elegantly over her curvaceous figure. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, accentuating the natural sway of her hips with each step.  The saree itself was modest, yet on Shipra's perfectly sculpted body, it teased with every movement, revealing glimpses of her toned navel and the smooth expanse of her lower back.

Her white blouse contrasted sharply with the dark fabric of the saree, its cut modest at first glance but deliberately teasing. The neckline, while not overly deep, hinted at the soft swell of her breasts. Any slight bend or lean would reveal a seductive glimpse of her supple, inviting cleavage, enough to leave any onlooker longing for more. The blouse hugged her upper body, showcasing her toned back, where the delicate fabric ended just above her waist, leaving a sliver of bare skin exposed—a sight that promised both allure and elegance.



  

Her hair, still damp from the shower, cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, the moisture adding a glistening sheen to each strand. Light makeup enhanced her already striking features, her lips painted a soft, seductive shade that beckoned attention.

Patode, waiting beside the car, felt the exhaustion of his recent exertions melt away the moment he caught sight of her.  His gaze followed every sway of her hips, the curve of her waist, the delicate arch of her back, his breath catching in his throat. His heart raced, and a surge of heat pooled in his loins, awakening a primal energy within him.

"Patode, did you get all the necessary documents?" Shipra's voice snapped through the fog of his thoughts, clear and commanding as the driver respectfully opened the car door for her.

Patode blinked, momentarily lost in the spell she had unknowingly cast over him. His eyes remained fixed on her, as if devouring her beauty could quench the fire she had ignited within him. He barely registered her words, too mesmerized by the goddess-like aura she exuded.

Snap! Snap!

Shipra snapped her fingers sharply in front of his face, her lips curling into an amused smirk as she saw the dazed look in his eyes.

"Helloooo, Patode! Are you okay? Are the documents ready to get the President's signature?"

Patode jolted out of his trance, blinking rapidly. "Yes... Yes, ma'am. Sorry, I was... thinking about something. But don't worry, have all the papers right here." He cleared his throat, feeling the heat in his cheeks, embarrassed by how easily she had caught him in his moment of weakness.

Shipra's eyes flickered with a knowing glint. She was fully aware of the effect she had on men like Patode, and she wielded that power with the ease of someone accustomed to admiration. "I know exactly what you were thinking, Patode. Try to focus, will you?" Her tone was cool, but the slight curve of her lips hinted at the subtle game she enjoyed playing.

As she settled into the back seat of the car, Patode followed her in, sliding in from the other side. He leaned closer to her, his hand casually making its way behind her, placing it firmly on the bare skin of her lower back around her waist. His touch was bold, confident, as he pulled her closer with a sly smile. "That's what I am doing Shipra ma'am, Focusing on my reward," he murmured, his voice low and suggestive.

"Not here, Patode. The driver will become suspicious," Shipra whispered with urgency, trying to push his hand away as discreetly as possible.

"You shouldn't have dressed so seductively, then," Patode muttered, his voice low but firm. "You know how hard it is for me to control myself. He won’t suspect a thing. Just relax. You agreed to let me…"

"Yes, but not here," Shipra interrupted, her voice tense as she struggled to free herself before the driver returned to his seat. "And I am dressed appropriately, it's you who has a dirty mind," her eyes darted between Patode and the car door, anxious to regain control of the situation.

"Then when? And where?" Patode pressed, refusing to release his hold.

"After the meeting, and only after I have the cheque in my hand," Shipra responded, her voice strained, trying to remain composed despite the tension.

"You're such a cocktease," Patode growled softly, his fingers tightening briefly before he pinched her waist, forcing a gasp from her. "I’ll make sure my reward is worth the wait after all this teasing seduction of yours."

"Ouch," Shipra yelped softly, using the opportunity to distance herself from him, placing her purse strategically between them as a barrier.

The driver turned, concern flickering in his eyes. "Is everything alright, madam?"

Shipra, keeping her composure, smiled calmly. "Nothing, Bahadur. Just an insect bothering me. It’s fine now," she replied smoothly, her gaze never leaving Patode, her eyes sharp with unspoken warning.

Patode grinned slyly, a glint of satisfaction flickering in his eyes as he discreetly shifted in his seat. The tension in his body was undeniable, and he felt the familiar tightness pressing against his trousers, his arousal barely contained. His fingers brushed the fabric of his pants, adjusting the growing bulge beneath them.

Patode leaned back, feeling the strain in his pants ease slightly after his subtle adjustment, but the fire she had ignited within him still smoldered. He enjoyed this game, the teasing tension, knowing he had stirred something in her too-even if she wouldn't admit it. The thought of the promises she made, and what lay ahead after the meeting, only made the anticipation all the more unbearable.

End of Chapter 22: The First Reward: Part 1

[Luca Modric]

Good update... Reps added...
But it is getting tough to wait....

[satankama]

Oh!! These games are exciting

[Naveena komaali]

Super update

[shashank13]

great update

[qazmlp]

Awesome writing dude. Great sexual tension n energy.
All the Best going ahead.
A question though ,the side story, is that Saad goimg to be the Super-Villain in this story? Dont keep the suspense for long. Integrate the 2 story lines together soon enough.
And whats with Toppo? Bring him in too if possible.

[shake chilli]

बहुत बढ़िया लेखन दोस्त। बेहतरीन यौन तनाव और ऊर्जा।
आगे बढ़ने के लिए शुभकामनाएँ।
हालाँकि, एक सवाल, साइड स्टोरी, क्या साद इस कहानी में सुपर-विलेन बनने जा रहा है? सस्पेंस को ज़्यादा समय तक न रखें। जल्दी ही दोनों स्टोरी लाइन को एक साथ मिला दें।
और टोप्पो के साथ क्या है? अगर संभव हो तो उसे भी शामिल करे

muzhe tompo se seducing me shipa apne app ko rok payegi

[shake chilli]

Thanks to update Sunday dear friend

[Luca Modric]

Will we waiting for next update....