Forgotten Father
Rashmi ne jab apni school uniform ki pictures Instagram par daali, tab log pagal ho gaye. Pure internet par sirf Rashmi ka hi bolbala hone laga..
"Aahh.. my daughter.. Kaash mai teri maa ko nahi chhodta to aaj tu mere sath hoti.."
Uss alishan bunglow ke bedroom me baitha ek 55 saal ka aadmi mobile me Rashmi ke pics dekh apna lund hila raha tha.
"Your face resembles with your mother.. Does your pussy also taste like your mom? Oohh.. I want to meet you, Rashmi.. I want to suck those boobs.. I want to bite your nipples. Daddy loves your breasts, Rashmi"
Uss bedroom me sab taraf bas Rashmi ke hi pictures the. Bikini, saree, short dress... Pura room Rashmi ki posters se bhara hua tha..
"I can't take this Rashmi. I want to pound your pussy. You want Daddy's dick in your cunt, right? Yes... Yes... Daddy will come home and fuck the shit out of you. Cry for me, call me daddy.. Yes.. Yes.."
Wo aadmi apne aap se baate karte hue tezi se apna lund hilaye jaa raha tha. Uski saanse ukhadne lagi thi. Ek hath me panty pakad kar wo jorjorse sungh raha tha..
"Fuck Rashmi.. you bitch... Aahh... You slut.. I'll fuck you, I'll make you my personal whore...aahhh... Open..open your mouth... Daddy is cummmmminnng...shitt....aahhh.....fuck.."
Lund se nikal rahi safed veerya ki baarish me ab Rashmi ke posters bhigne lagte hai.. Thodi der aise hi baithne ke baad wo aadmi mobile uthakar ek number dial karta hai..
"Hello?", samne se ek ladies ki aawaj aati hai.
"Mamata (Rashmi mother), kaisi ho?"....
Based on Truly Fake incidents. Any relations with real people is pure coincidence.
"Aahh.. my daughter.. Kaash mai teri maa ko nahi chhodta to aaj tu mere sath hoti.."
Uss alishan bunglow ke bedroom me baitha ek 55 saal ka aadmi mobile me Rashmi ke pics dekh apna lund hila raha tha.
"Your face resembles with your mother.. Does your pussy also taste like your mom? Oohh.. I want to meet you, Rashmi.. I want to suck those boobs.. I want to bite your nipples. Daddy loves your breasts, Rashmi"
Uss bedroom me sab taraf bas Rashmi ke hi pictures the. Bikini, saree, short dress... Pura room Rashmi ki posters se bhara hua tha..
"I can't take this Rashmi. I want to pound your pussy. You want Daddy's dick in your cunt, right? Yes... Yes... Daddy will come home and fuck the shit out of you. Cry for me, call me daddy.. Yes.. Yes.."
Wo aadmi apne aap se baate karte hue tezi se apna lund hilaye jaa raha tha. Uski saanse ukhadne lagi thi. Ek hath me panty pakad kar wo jorjorse sungh raha tha..
"Fuck Rashmi.. you bitch... Aahh... You slut.. I'll fuck you, I'll make you my personal whore...aahhh... Open..open your mouth... Daddy is cummmmminnng...shitt....aahhh.....fuck.."
Lund se nikal rahi safed veerya ki baarish me ab Rashmi ke posters bhigne lagte hai.. Thodi der aise hi baithne ke baad wo aadmi mobile uthakar ek number dial karta hai..
"Hello?", samne se ek ladies ki aawaj aati hai.
"Mamata (Rashmi mother), kaisi ho?"....
Based on Truly Fake incidents. Any relations with real people is pure coincidence.