A voluptuous swinger Indian wife
You could hear the calming whispers of the air passing by our windows, exhaling into our mouths, my wife’s in particular. The October birds and plants were abound on either sides of the road, and the ominous blue and purple hue of the sunset was painted across the waking starry night sky. The gentle tapping of jeweled earrings against my wife’s ears as she rested her head against the window now only opened half way. Her red velvet lips reflecting highlights of white skylight, and...