Indian Sex Stories, Page 4602

“Can I use the washroom, Didi?”Vidya asked her elderly neighbour friend Mamta, who said, “Sure, Vidya, my husband should be in the common bath. Use Rahul’s. He has gone out for jogging.”Vidya was near...

Back in Lana’s room, the girls were gearing up to head back to university after a month-long break. They just had a week left in Greenfield City. Natasha had swung by early to catch up with Lana. She ...

A warm welcome to all ISS readers. This is Kumar from Bangalore writing once again. Many readers have given me positive feedback and it encourages writers like me to come up with more stories while in...

Meanwhile, Natasha and Lana arrived at Lana’s home. Natasha decided not to disclose her encounter with Leo to Lana. She opted instead to make an excuse about meeting an old friend. She headed into the...

This is my story of how a 42-year-old milf got aroused while getting treated for neck pain and had steamy sex with me on her bed.This is my first story, so kindly bear with me.Coming to the story, I a...

There is fierce competition between Savita and Smita to win the elections. Smita takes nude photos of Savita and runs off with her clothes as well. A naked Savita hides behind some bushes and calls Al...

Vidya woke up when the morning sun rays hit her face through the open window. Seeing the windows and drapes open, Vidya got up from Rahul’s embrace. He was still sleeping like a baby. Walking to the w...

This is loosely based on a true story – 30% real and 70% fiction. The characters and relations are the same. But the names and locations have been changed. Sit back and enjoy.My name is Reema. This is...

The next morning, I woke up on top of her back. I sensed my dick was still in Swathi’s asshole in semi erected state. I pulled out, rolled back in the bed, and looked at my mobile. The time was 5 am.I...

I have been running on empty for what feels like forever, buried under a mountain of work and deadlines that never seem to end. So, I made a decision – a week off to escape the suffocating grip of rou...