Fantasy Sexual Depravity of a Married Woman

[Shadowcat90]

That day Swati had gone to the market when she saw Ahmed’s shop. It looked like a decent shop from the outside so she went inside. As soon as she entered, she saw a man at the counter. There was no one else in the shop. The shop was well lit and there were brassieres and panties which were neatly stacked on racks. The shop looked good but there was something about the owner which gave her the creeps. He was a young man. Dark skinned, with a beard. He was looking at her with very lecherous eyes. She felt there was something wrong. But the shopkeeper had now gotten up from his seat and walked towards her.

Ahmed was getting bored in his shop as it was a weekday. Not many customers came to his shop on a weekday. So it was a surprise to him when Swati walked in. For a couple of minutes, he couldn’t believe it. A beauty had walked into his store. She was wearing an orange chiffon saree. She had fair milky white skin. Her hair was dark and silky. She had petite breasts. A slim figure. Her eyes were dusky. She was wearing red lipstick and had sindoor on her forehead. But the thing that made Ahmed’s cock twitch in his pants was the mangalsutra which she was wearing. He knew that today was going to be a special day. He got up from his seat and moved towards her.

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