[ 🔞🔞 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...
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Author's pov:
Our love birds are sleeping naked peacefully. One pair is sleeping on the bed , one pair is sleeping in the car .
Vikram's pov :
It's noon when I open my eyes. My gaze shifted to her . Her whole body is covered in red bites , My back bears the marks of her nails. She’s curled up on my chest, holding me like a koala—my cute little baby 😘.
I shift slightly, and a soft moan escapes her lips, reminding me that I'm still deep inside her.
I wrap my arm around her waist, slowly pulling out. Her painful whimper makes my heart clench, and she stirs awake, looking at me 🥺with a tender, sore expression.
"Oh, my baby," I whisper. "Sorry, biwi."
" Ahhh"
I removed it fastly . Her expressions says it all that she is still feeling me inside . That is how sex should feel . She hugs me again, falling back into a peaceful sleep. I gently stroke her long brown hair.
"Jenny, we need to go home," I whisper softly. "Otherwise, people will start wondering where we are."
She pouts 😚, her small face buried in my chest. One day, her innocence will be the death of me. As she shifts., My lund is rubbing her chut sexually.
She bites her lip, holding back a moan, and I can’t resist her. I lower my lips to her boobs, kissing and sucking her nipples, savoring the moment , kissed her nipples to start my day . Our clothes are shattered everywhere .
I finally rise and help her dress. Her cheeks flush pink 😉😚as she watches me, a mixture of shyness and attraction in her eyes. I hand her clothes to her with a playful smile 😉.
I looked at the bedsheet that is coated with her blood . Pride filled my heart . Not Because I took her virginity 🩸, but I found a girl who saves her dignity till her marriage. For a foreigner like her, that’s rare.
"Don’t look at it like that," she says, covering herself with the blanket, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
" What's wrong in it biwi , That's our moment where give ourselves to each other completely " She smiles, melting my heart.
We started our ride to our home . We lost in our conversation.
She is feeling little discomfort, clenching her abdomen sometimes. I understood her situation, increasing the speed of my vehicle.
We reached home, she went into the her room . I went to the farms , so that no one doubt us.
