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Do flower one gardener – 1

I am Navnita, currently about 26 years old. I was a girl from a rich family, very beautiful, so when I was in college, I was the middle class of college boys. Dressed in western and slightly revealing clothes, with such adornments and decorations, I was known as a sex bomb in college.

I used to wear an expensive bra size 34B and panties of the same size and price so that my pubes were always tight and perky and successful in attracting the attention of boys

Even though my stomach and waist were lean, my lower back was gaining weight day by day, causing my smooth thighs to pop out when I wore skinny jeans, and not only students but also college professors risked peeking at my fleshy hips when I walked. Would have

Within three years of finishing college, I was married into a very wealthy family. My father-in-law’s huge paternal business, the rolling mill, and currently my husband oversees that business. Big houses with all the modern amenities of happiness, luxury cars, workers always ready to serve i.e. if they get my feet they probably lift my feet so that I can spread my hips without hindrance!

There are only four animals in the house, my father-in-law, mother-in-law, my husband Chinmoy and I, but four servants are running around looking after them! Chinmoy often went to other cities on business and stayed overnight there.

I had a lot of money and no restrictions on going out, so I used to go out in the car every now and then

Despite all the accoutrements of happiness, there was a great lack in my life. Although Chinmoy used to fuck me several times if he was at home. His cock is quite big and hard and he loves to fuck me, but right after marriage at a young age I was suffering from orgasm due to lack of regular intercourse which I could not express to anyone. During the nights of Chinmoy’s absence, I was forced to use the dildo

About a year ago our car driver was forced to quit his job due to failing eyesight. Chinmoy made a lot of inquiries and appointed a new driver. Handsome young man of around 25-26 years, Salman. Chinmoy made me talk to Salman. The first time I spoke with Salman, a handsome and healthy young man of my age, I felt a kind of tingle

I thought to myself that Salman is a Muslim youth ie…. Uncovered cuttings are entitled to grow…..who knows how big and what the thing looks like! If I can get a chance to use it somehow, it will be a whole new experience!

I was quite attracted to Salman at the first meeting. I also felt some kind of attraction towards me in Salman’s eyes.

I came to know that Salman is an educated boy, he has a wife and a two-year-old son at home in the country, but now Salman is working because of the need for money.

I thought to myself that Salman’s device has been used for at least three years and his new wife Fatima gave birth to a baby after Salman’s Muslim cock! However, if you live in our house, Salman’s growth will not be used, as a result of which his libido will continue to increase, so if you get a chance, you can try his things someday

After a few days, Chinmoy went to another city on business and spent the night there. That afternoon I went out for a drive and some shopping. Salman was driving the car and I sat in the back seat in such a way that I could see Salman’s face through the car mirror. I noticed that Salman himself was looking at me through that mirror every now and then. After making eye contact with Salman a few times, I pressed my eyes like Priya Prakash

Immediately the car seemed to wobble. Salman was shocked to see me wink and was momentarily distracted. I smiled and said, “Salman, what happened, why did your hand shake?”

Salman hesitated and said, “No, no, madam, actually there was a little shock, so the steering wheel moved a little.”

I smiled again and said, “Didn’t you get startled when you saw something?”

Salman didn’t say anything to me out of shame and fear, but kept looking at my face through the mirror from time to time. I feel like the rope is tight, so I need to give it a little more effort.

After shopping from the market, I willingly sat on Salman’s passenger seat and put my feet against the gear in such a way that Salman’s hand collided with my pelab dabna when I changed the gear. I was wearing churidar and kurta, due to which my scars were visible

Poor Salman changed gears in another mind and touched my davana quite well. Electricity flowed throughout my body! As soon as I stopped my hand, Salman got scared and begged me, “Sorry madam, I made a big mistake. I couldn’t see the gear when I looked ahead so….., please forgive me madam.”

I placed my hand on Salman’s cock and said, “Ah Salman, the touch of your manly hand on my full cock…… I really liked it! Why, you didn’t like my touch…? And this is the touch of my hand in your fire …… how do you feel? But tell the truth!”

Salman said in fear, “Madam, afraid to speak the truth! Sir, if you know, you will give me to the police! My job will be gone!”

I pressed Salman’s hand and said, “How will you know this incident, sir?” You will not tell and I will not tell! So speak your mind without fear.”

Salman sighed and said, “Madam, actually I have been away from my wife Fatima for a long time, so the body is very… No, I will not say. After a long time, a beautiful woman’s touch… How the body is doing!”

I said, “Listen, Salman, first of all, whatever will be said or agreed between us, you will not tell anyone. Secondly, since you are my age, you are my friend, so in front of everyone you will call me madam or didi, but when you are alone with me, you will address me as ‘Nabnita Tu’.

Thirdly, you are leaving the bride and I am also leaving the groom. Therefore, if we both accompany each other, both of our needs will be solved. Hope you can understand my suggestion and hint!”

But madam, if you know…?” Salman said.

“No one will know, we both will play very carefully” I said

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