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🌶️ Bangalore Shopping Gone Wild – Trial Room Confessions 🔥

  Main 29 saal ka founder hoon Bangalore mein (SaaS startup). Last Wednesday afternoon around 3 PM, main Indiranagar ke ek premium men’s clothing store gaya. Mall almost empty tha. Andar sirf manager Neha thi — 28 saal ki, tall, fair Punjabi girl with thick curvy figure. Tight white formal shirt aur black pencil skirt mein wo bohot attractive lag rahi thi. Wo muskuraate hue aayi aur boli, “Sir aaj dono salesgirls leave pe hain, sirf main hoon. Kya dhoondh rahe ho?” Maine blazers try karne ko kaha. Wo mujhe upar trial room le gayi. Har blazer ke saath wo andar aati, adjust karti, haath shoulders aur chest pe rakhti. Distance kam hota ja raha tha. Uske touches linger karne lage. Navy blue blazer try karte waqt uski body mere se touch ho rahi thi aur wo khud enjoy kar rahi thi. Last beige blazer ke time maine poocha, “Honestly, which colour makes me look the hottest?” Usne curtain fully close kiya aur whisper kiya, “Aaj pura week sirf main hi hoon… aur is area ke cameras bhi kaam n...
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MY FREIND PLAYED WITH ME 💋👅👅🫦👄

Its about my first college days. I am an introvert. Aayushi, she was my roommate and close to me. She was completely opposite to me. She was so talkative and extrovert and she dxted many boys. She always told me about her life, her experience... Till then she didn't know that I was totally vargxn. On a truth and dare game I had to told her about it. She was shocked that I didn't even know how it feels to be tuchd by a boy. Once when we were in the room she ask me " Do you wanna experience $Ex. I can make you feel the same, You just say yes. I will make you exm so badly" I was so nervous, I just blinked my eyes, she started kixxing me... She put me lay down. She kixxed my txps and whispered "so soft" She kixxed me again and whispered- " you are sweet" She kixed me again and said " just enough, I can't resist, you are so delicious. Let me txek you cutie" I can still feel her Ixps, txekng all over my face putting her saliva on my cheeks... I kixxed her too she said " Hey let me enjoy you first" One thing leads to another. She went down on my neck then shoulder. She rmoved my eixthes. I tried to cover me with hands but she take my hand up and seked my bxxbs... My skin is so white that little pressure of her xps left some red marks on my bxdy. She said "oh my god, you are so adorable let me taste your sxxy xvet " She put her mouth on my xvet, kixxing it, lixking it. I feel like she gonna ext every inch of my bxdy... She said, " Anu don't get me wrong. I will go darty to you now " She went up to my face and kixxed me softly said, "Close your eyes" I was getting more anxious and nervous. She spxt on my face and started tiking me again. She spxt some saliva on her one hand and put it between my txgs. She came down and started exting me. She kixxed my inner thaghs. She was exting me like a hungry animal... I wrapped my mouth but I can't resist myself from mxxning. She instalty turned on the Bluetooth speaker loudy and and said " Baby man as much as you want I will don't stop till you exm " Literally She was amazing kixxer. I never experienced such high sensations. She mad me exm. She said-- " You are really so delicious cutie. love to have you as my roomate"

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