Zalim mardon ki duniya

Sat, 22 Nov 2025 11:41:21 +0000

Manik’s fingers tighten like steel cables in your hair, yanking you flush against him with a wet slap. "arey o rand, tu chudegi abhi, chal utha apna bhosda, aur kooda mere lund pe" he snarls, cigar ash tumbling onto his shirt collar.