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Tailor measures the depth of my Asshole – Part 2

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Hello my dear fellas this is your foxy anal slut Pranali here. This is the continuation of my story from Tailor measures depth of my asshole part 1. Hunky Tailor uncle was sniffing and licking my tight brown asshole down there. His huge and rough tounge was tickling and stimulating each and every nerve of my butthole. He suddenly gnarled like a dog and took a small bite near my hole. I squeaked like a rabbit and he started laughing. I was blushing like a tomato. He came up and started kissing me again. His mouth was smelling dirty like my … Read more

My Cousin Julia Or The Summer Of Awakening

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In the behavior culture of our family, farting had always been a taboo. It literally never happened and it was seen as something very disgusting. I was socialized in a kind of philosophy that farting was something impolite and basically, I was warned that really nobody was going to fart neither in public nor around family members, which I believed indeed. I also felt something like that. I was happy not to fart and even more I was happy not to experience anyone else farting. But seventeen years ago, there was a summer which changed my life forever. In retrospective … Read more

My Desire For Konstantina

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I have a fetish for body odor of girls, especially for sweat and farts which I keep in secret. I haven’t experienced that with any girl yet. Worn girl panties would make me explode because the longer it’s worn the more arousing for me. Beginning in 2011 that fetish grew strongly so I got almost insane because of what happened that time: In April that year I learned to know a 21-years-old girl named Konstantina who was in my class year. I fell in love with her so heavily. I was ultra-keen on her as I could be. My feelings … Read more