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North Indians in Salons


Submitted by Arjunashokxx Location: Thiruvananthapuram (Kerala, India)

I have felt that it is easier to approach these north indian guys in tvm salons. You could ask them for extra things and they would do it for the tip. Although dont be too creepy and exploitive of someones need of money.

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Marshmallow		Posted On Oct 16, 2025

I feel the same . And I even had a friend who works in saloon . He was so amazing 😍
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Athulithadit		Posted On Nov 6, 2025

Any salons in tvm wheee fun happens
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Athulithadit		Posted On Nov 8, 2025

Any new place
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Athulithadit		Posted On Nov 9, 2025

Yet to find a decent salon for fun
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Arjunashokxx		Posted On Nov 13, 2025

What about the one on sreekaryam junction (the road to pothencode) that place has a north indian guy looking good
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Faholic *		Posted On Jan 25, 2026

On a Trivandrum trip, I stopped at a Peyad salon for beard work. The young Bengali attendant—skinny 20-something sweetheart—nailed the trim perfectly. I slipped him a 100-rupee tip; thrilled, he tailed me to the car under pretense of returning specs, whispering, "Personal grooming anytime," with his number and a sly wink. Way too lean for me, I brushed it off: "Might call."
Months later, in my service apartment, curiosity won—I summoned him, expecting just a shave, no action. He showed up pro, had me bare on the bed. Razor glided expertly over my pubes, then ***—smooth as silk, his touch careful. Post-shave, no lotion; he poured warm honey gel down my crack and attacked. Tongue burrowed into my shaved hole, lapping furiously, rimming deep with hungry sucks. My 9-inch thick beast surged full mast instantly, veins pulsing wild.
Twenty minutes of ***-devouring bliss—his *** a whirlwind, honey-sweet and relentless. I hauled him up; he craved my ***. Dropping low, he choked down my 8-inch length, slurping sloppy, eyes watering in devotion. I gripped his hair, thrusting deep.
Out to the balcony, city humming below—I rammed his bony *** doggy, hole clenching tight despite his slim frame. Switched to missionary on the rug, legs pinned, drilling his prostate raw. He spurted twice untouched; I pumped first heavy load inside, overflow gushing.
Round two: he bounced on me reverse cowgirl, skinny body quivering. Second breeding filled him fuller. Climax—kneeling, face up for my third torrent: bukkake ropes glazing his features, *** gulping every drop.
That thin Bengali turned my no-interest groom into an insatiable ***-***.