*** with labour class

Labour class is very hot and sexy and mostly outsiders. I always fantasise everything with them. In local transport I can smell their hot bodies. They smell very good and erotic. There is something very sexy about them. Please share experiences and where we can find them.

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No Picture Shantanu_p	Posted On May 7, 2025 @Bottom_guy24 Manapa to akurdi railway station
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No Picture Vers_m_g	Posted On Jun 15, 2025 Nallasopara me labour hai jo meri gand marna chahta hai. Group *** bhi chalega. Muje stress relief kar ne me maja aata hai
No Picture Hrishikesh3223	Posted On Jul 17, 2025 I was gangbanged just few hours ago... It was 2.30 AM i went down for a smoke and there's this guy who was talking on the phone and he was walking towards me, he might be in his early 20's or so... I'm pretty sure he was going back to his room (there a bunch of workers staying next lane) when he saw me, he stopped and started walking back and forth near where I'm standing and he is pressing on his d*ick... I took it as a hint and started smiling and gave him a wink, He understood and he started walking down the road and asked me to follow him... After reaching outside of his room (its more like a small rooms all on the ground floor and there were 5 rooms altogether) he told me that I look hot and he loves my hair and bla bla, later i asked him, about him and where is he from and then he told me that he shares his room with 4 other men (in total 5 men) i asked him about his roommates and how do they look. ( I kid you not, they all look very hot) 2 of the men are from Lucknow and 2 from Patna and the last one who stolen my heart is from nepal) Apparently, he asked me whether I'll be comfortable with all of them and I enthusiastically said yes, and then he went in, asked me to wait outside. He later opened the door and let me in, and I loved what I was seeing, every single guy was in his early 20's and the fun began, they started touching me.. then I went down, the smallest di*k was around 6 inches, the biggest was the one of the guy from patna around 8+ inches. They *** me turn by turn, they enjoyed my b**bs, my a*s. First round they came on my face and then 2nd round they all came on my ***... I left their place around 4.45 or so and while leaving, they asked to come to their place this Saturday night as they'll have more people over at their room (after asking them, they told me that almost 8 to 9 people would be there) I guess I'm in for a wild fun ahead.
No Picture shirmilime	Posted On Jul 17, 2025 i also want to try grp ***, being one bot in grp of top is so hot
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Jul 17, 2025 The bungalow in that lively Kerala tourist town was my refuge from the chaos of night shifts at the resort. Three bedrooms, creaky floors, and a garden bursting with hibiscus and banana trees—it was too big for just me, but it felt like a home with Tirupathi Anna around. The old gardener was all sinew and smiles, helping me unpack, fixing the temperamental stove, and insisting I eat more. “You’re too skinny for all this work,” he’d say, handing me a banana or a cup of sweet chai. His son, Venkatesh—Venky—rolled up every evening on a clunky bicycle, its chain rattling like it was on its last legs. He was maybe 22, a bit younger than me, with a lean, sun-darkened frame and dark eyes that dodged mine when I teased him. He was cute in a quiet way—messy hair, faded tees clinging to his skin in the humid air. Our chats were light at first: the weather, his Ayurveda classes, my job. But I noticed how he lingered, kicking at the gravel, like he didn’t want to leave. Venky loved teaching me Malayalam, half to help, half to mess with me. “Say ‘nanni’ for thanks,” he’d grin, or throw in cheeky slang like “poda” when I got cocky. One evening, sprawled on the bungalow’s steps with chai, he tried teaching me “vegam” for “hurry up.” I botched it, saying “kundi” instead, and he nearly choked on his tea, laughing so hard his eyes teared up. “That means ***!” he gasped, and I groaned, smacking his arm. “Great, so I’m swearing now?” We were in stitches, and then he leaned in, all sly. “You know, Mallu guys got a rep for long, strong ones. Just saying.” I snorted, shoving him. “Yeah, right, Venky. Talk’s cheap.” But the air got thick, our eyes locking, and that teasing turned into something hotter, heavier. That moment cracked us open. Our bike rides to the resort got chattier, my hands resting easy on his waist as we wove through dusty lanes, his laughter bright when I teased him about his wobbly steering. But I could tell something was off—his jokes were sharper, his eyes tired. One day, he let it slip. “College is bleeding me dry,” he muttered, staring at the ground. “Dad’s pay isn’t enough, and I’m hustling side gigs. It’s rough.” His voice was tight, like he hated admitting it. A week later, he showed up at the bungalow, fidgeting with a bottle of coconut oil. “You’re always complaining about your back,” he said, words tumbling out. “I’m good at Ayurveda massage. I could… you know, use the money.” His eyes flicked to mine, nervous but hopeful. I leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “A massage, huh? Alright, but it better be good.” My voice dropped, playful but pointed. “And who knows, Venky? Keep me really happy, and you might earn more than you expect.” He blushed, but his gaze held mine, a spark of something bold flickering there. It was a long weekend, the resort quiet, Anna off visiting family. We set up in the living room, the fan whirring lazily, windows open to the scent of rain-soaked earth and jasmine. I lay on a mat in a tank top and shorts, my pulse already racing as Venky knelt beside me. “Just relax,” he said, his voice a little shaky as he warmed the oil in his hands. Then his fingers hit my shoulders, and damn, it was like my body melted. His hands were strong, working out knots with slow, steady presses, the warm oil slicking over my skin. He traced my spine, lingering at the small of my back, and I let out a sigh I couldn’t hold back. “You’re not bad,” I mumbled, face half-buried in the mat. He chuckled, low and nervous. “Told you.” But his hands got bolder, brushing the sides of my waist, and when his fingers grazed the sensitive skin under my shorts, my breath hitched. The air felt electric, heavy with what we weren’t saying. “Turn over,” he said, his voice rougher now, and I did, catching his eyes—dark, intense, no trace of shyness left. On my back, I watched him pour more oil, his hands gliding over my arms, my collarbone, teasing the edge of my tank top. My heart was pounding, and when his fingers brushed my chest, I arched into him, a soft moan slipping out. He froze, his breath uneven. “This okay?” he asked, but his eyes were on my lips. I smirked, voice low. “Keep going, Venky. Make me happy.” It was a challenge, and he swallowed hard, his hands trembling as they tugged my top aside, baring my shoulder. Then it broke. I pulled him down, our mouths crashing together—messy, hungry, tasting of coconut oil and want. His hands fumbled with my clothes, the oil making everything slick and urgent. We laughed when his shirt got stuck, my teasing “Real smooth” cut off by his lips on my neck. My shorts hit the floor, and when I saw him—god, his *** was impressive, eight inches, thick and heavy, the kind of Mallu *** I’d jokingly dreamt about after our “kundi” talk. I couldn’t help it—I reached for him, my lips wrapping around him, tasting the salt and heat of him. He groaned, fingers tangling in my hair, his voice a shaky “***…” I was shy about my own body, smaller in comparison, so when I slid my underwear off, I turned, offering my *** instead. “Massage here,” I said, half-joking, but his hands were magic, kneading my cheeks, fingers brushing closer, teasing around my hole until I was trembling. Then he reached between my thighs, grabbing my *** from behind, stroking slow and firm, the pleasure so sharp I gasped, my hips bucking into his touch. “Venky…” I moaned, and he turned me over, his eyes burning. I was shy, my cheeks hot as he looked at me, but he didn’t hesitate. His *** was on me, swallowing my *** in one smooth motion, *** with this perfect, hungry rhythm while his hands roamed. He tugged at my nipples, sharp little pulls that made me arch, and then his tongue was everywhere—licking my balls, my groin, the insides of my thighs, each swipe sending sparks through me. It was the best blowjob I’d ever had, sloppy and intense, his hands never stopping, massaging my chest, my sides, until I was a mess of moans and shivers. I pulled him up, my hands roaming his body, and noticed his armpits—slightly hairy, with this clean, musky scent that drove me wild. I buried my face there, licking slow and long, savoring the taste of him, the way he shuddered and laughed, half-embarrassed. “You’re weird,” he teased, but his voice was thick with want. We moved together, the mat creaking, our bodies slick with oil and sweat, finding a rhythm that was desperate and perfect. His hands, his ***, the heat of him—it was all-consuming, the world shrinking to just us. When it was over, we collapsed, panting and tangled, the fan humming above. Venky’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my arm, his laugh shaky. “Didn’t expect… all that,” he said, his face flushed. I grinned, slipping a few extra notes into his hand, my voice teasing but warm. “Told you—keep me happy, you earn more.” He blushed, but his smile was real, and as we lay there, the cicadas buzzing outside, the scent of coconut oil and him lingering, I knew this was more than a deal—it was us, raw and alive.
No Picture Tanha dil	Posted On Jul 18, 2025 @Vayavya why don't you start a page named "KINKY STORIES" I bet due to your erotic writing it will be a hit!
No Picture rahul8856	Posted On Jul 18, 2025 Can anyone meet me today in between 8pm-10pm under warje bridge.
Abbey57	Posted On Jul 18, 2025 Vayavya - what a great story. Seems real to me, not much kinky stuff, all this sounds real yet so arousing just to read it. Keep going man!
No Picture Veer068	Posted On Jul 20, 2025 Hey hi sid_21 Can u share the shop details, which is in katepuram chok, where u enjoyed? How was he? Any more details please
No Picture Veer068	Posted On Jul 21, 2025 Hello guys Is there any one had same experience as sid_21 said? If any 1 is having same experience please. Update here or DM me. Wanted to understand that mentioned shop/ clinic is genuine or not? Excited to visit there at katepuram chok. But more reviews please?
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