[ 🔞🔞 it's an erotic smut 1990's village love story.. . ]
Vikram thakur is the sarpanch of 100 villages. He is a dominant person. He loves to control people.
Jenny who is a foreigner visits India for his friend's marriage. He is none other than...
I will remove the smut from the wattpad after a few days. So my scroll stack account is in my bio. It contains gif
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Vikram Thakur, 28 years old, is the sarpanch (village head) of 100 villages. His father is also a sarpanch, and Vikram is the only educated man in the villages. His brother, Shourya Thakur, went to London to complete his studies.
Shourya fell in love with a girl from his village and after completing his doctorate, became a renowned doctor in the 100 villages. He provides free medical care to the poor.
Vikram and Shourya are like the mythical brothers Rama and Lakshman, working tirelessly for the development and welfare of their villages.
Shourya invited his friends from London to the village, including his best friend, Jenny. Jenny is a soft-hearted and innocent girl who is also a doctor.
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This story is set in the 1990s and has mature themes. Please be aware of this if you continue reading.
***Vikram's POV:**
The entire Thakur household is decorated for Shourya Thakur's wedding, I am managing all the arrangements.
Shourya aapase 3 saal chhota hai, lekin vo shaadee kar raha hai. Tum kab karegi shadi"
["Shourya is three years younger than you, but he is getting married. When will you get married?"]
my mother scolded me.
Maa, agar mujhe koi ladki pasand aa gae to main usse shaadi kar loonga"
["Maa, if I find a girl I like, I will definitely marry her,"
I replied. She always asks about my marriage,
hoping I will marry soon since I am the elder son. However, I haven't found anyone I like yet.
"Vikram, yeh videshi log se dur rakhna. Main. shourya baath Kiya lekin wo meri baath nahi sun raha hai
[Vikram, stay away from the foreigners. I talked to Shourya, but he isn't listening. These foreigners are very cunning. I tolerate them only because of Shourya,
she explained.
Our villages participated in the independence movement, and the older generation never liked foreigners because they once looted our nation.
At night:
I dealt with the pressures of the wedding preparations and my responsibilities as sarpanch.
I need to relieve my frustrations. I touched my lund. It's hard now. I need to maystubate.
I removed my dress . I went to the mirror and admired my body and my lund . I lay on the bed touching my lund. I closed my eyes feeling my hardness. This is really hard... My lund ko shant karna hai...
My lund is getting bigger.
"Ahhhh kya chut hai tumari, pagal kar diya mujhe"
I imagined my one of my fantasy. Mera biwi ko mere lund pe uchal kar chodna .
[ Fucking my wife jumping on my banana 🍌]
I increased my fastness. I imagined sucking her boobs while rubbing..
"Mera pyaari biwi, tumara chut ko dewana hogaya Mai."
"Ahhaa" I groaned. I know I am near to my cum.
My whole bed is shaking ahhhhhh.
"Ohhh my god" a girl screams from the entrance, of the door.
Shit
I didn't close the door.
I get up from the bed covered my lund with a towel.
She is looking damn cute and sexy. She closed her eyes with her hands. The shocking thing is that she closed her eyes. My banana became hard .I think my lund ko pyaar ho gaya. It's getting big my luck is that I covered it with a towel.
"Sorry... I thought this was my room"
She said in her accent. Her voice is so soft and melodious to my ears.
"It's okay.."
She left the room. My heart beats randomly. This is the most awkward love at first sight. My erection stands like a rod.
This girl is really something....
I need to release it.
I will upload the chapter in the scroll stack with gifs . Incase wattpad delete my story you can find it there
