The temple had been her idea.
She had asked Kamla bai about it the evening before โ whether there was a mandir nearby, whether the Thakur sahab's household observed morning puja โ and Kamla bai had pointed her toward a small Shiva temple at the edge of the estate, a ten minute walk through the neem grove, old and quiet and smelling of stone and marigold and old incense.
One hand slamming the keys, the other shoved deep inside my soaked, dripping folds, completely helpless against my own pathetic horniness. If youโre jerking off and painting your screen to my filth, you owe me for the entertainment. Drop a tip to keep this mindless, degenerate hole wet, fed, and chained to her desk typing out the ultimate smut for you to abuse yourself to. ๐ธ๐ฆ
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