You fantasize about the bad boy all year. Write his name in your diary. Every kink. Every dirty thought. ✍️🔥 Then he reads it. 😈 All of it. And suddenly, you’re not writing fantasies anymore — you’re living them his way. 🍆💦🌶️ Careful what you confess on paper… bad boys love turning secrets into sin. 🖤🔥
I let him FUCK me again and again that night, without even realising when surrender turned into habit. He played me effortlessly, pulling the strings while I mistook it for desire—until I finally saw who it was. But by then, I was already too deep. So lost in lust that I gave in twice more, knowing exactly what I was doing… and not caring anymore. Shame didn’t stop me. It tempted me. Don’t you want to know how willingly I crossed that line? 😈🔥💋
Krish doesn’t ask for loyalty—He asks his wife to come home with a pussy filled with other mans cum. 🩸🔥 😏💦 This is not betrayal—it’s marriage rewritten in hunger, possession, and dangerous consent. 🖤🥵
I went to my male gynecologist for my regular check-up… and in the name of “examining me,” he used me like a bored housewife with no boundaries. I should’ve remembered I’m a married woman, but the way he talked, the way he touched, the way he looked at me… It felt like he knew exactly how neglected I was. And in that cold white clinic, with my wedding ring still on my finger… I let myself become the kind of cheap temptation no good wife admits to.
He walked into the bar like he owned half of Mumbai, confidence spilling off him like expensive perfume. One glance from those sharp, kohl-dark eyes and my heartbeat stumbled. He didn’t smile—just tilted his head, as if deciding whether I was worth his attention. And the way he looked at me… it felt like a challenge wrapped in velvet. Trouble, definitely. The irresistible kind.
Rahul and Reen are wild couple who are dirty and kinky. He is her pervert and she is his slut. 💦 🥵🌶️
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