Saree lover #6
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Publié :2/3/2017 15h57
Dernière mise à jour :30/4/2024 4h46 2044 vues
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had to visit a large college in South India and man - dont i miss the girls. Chicks of all boob sizes and shapes with figure hugging dresses. was on an adrenaline rush the entire day. i remember one girl who was skinny but with a huge pair (just the right side; huge for her body) of jugs which were bouncing with her every steps. my eyes and my heart danced with her every steps.
what was cherry on the top was the support staff who wear saree way below their navel and most of them were fitter than an average Indian woman - my eyes would go from up to below to their navel and take a plunge deep into them..
wow!!!!
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saree lover #5
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Publié :8/8/2016 8h21
Dernière mise à jour :30/4/2024 4h46 4101 vues
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last Thursday was wonderful. i love festivals. there was this garvachaut equivalent of festival among the Kannadigas and a colleague came in saree. a yellow saree with white bra. i saw her in the morning but it was only by evening when i could relish her mounds. i had no business standing where i stood but she got up for her boss giving an unhindered view of her boobs. small perky ones. she had her saree above her navel but the view for near five minutes was worth the hardon. damn. they are small for my hands to squeeze but still firm.
next day was even better. was traveling to work in the bus and a young lady came in green saree and she was quite clumsy with it. she was having a hard time putting it together and i loved every single show of her sleek tummy. again no navel but that boobs. I am sure her classmates would have had a huge hardon for the day.
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Saree lover #4
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Publié :26/7/2016 7h04
Dernière mise à jour :30/4/2024 4h46 2646 vues
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went to meet a senior leader. he had a secretary - mid 40s but she was in a blue saree with blue blouse. while she was checking her calendar for the meeting, she blessed my eyes with ample view of her boobs. juicy like ripe mangoes. no age there. i couldnt see her navel but i could imagine her rubbing her boobies in my face.
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navel lover3
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Publié :13/7/2016 6h08
Dernière mise à jour :30/4/2024 4h46 2791 vues
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i was waiting to catch the bus in the evening when a lady walked in saree. she appeared to be a manual labour for her frame was extremely lean and she was covered in sweat. i could see her firm midriff. she wasnt wearing a bra. she had sufficient boobs but needed no support. suddenly she put her hands inside her blouse and pulled out money. for a sec i wished it was my hands. i could squeeze that. too bad i have decided not to touch myself for a week.
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Navel lover 2
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Publié :28/6/2016 8h31
Dernière mise à jour :31/10/2016 2h13 2975 vues
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a colleague of mine today showed me her pics in a saree. damn. stoner. i couldnt help but imagine her saree line falling over her navel and her side boobs. fuck. glories globes.
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navel lover
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Publié :27/6/2016 8h58
Dernière mise à jour :30/4/2024 4h46 4207 vues
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i love navels. i love them as much as i love a nice pair of boobs. i love them when i see them peeking through the transparent sarees in Hindi serials. I love a navel in a saree. I love it when i see them in real life.
I love a woman in a saree worn below her navel and has her boobs oogling at me through the side. I want to grab her waist from behind while i breath in the freshness of her hair. squeeze her boobs and crunch them in my palms. make her twitch as i poke her navel and pull her nipple. i want to suck her boobs through the side over her blouse as my fingers find their way through the saree into her hole. i cant wait to plunge myself into her.
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The special one
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Publié :4/7/2008 6h28
Dernière mise à jour :5/9/2016 12h43 6392 vues
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i am one of those who believe that there is a special one waiting for you in the next corner. of course the probability that u will identify that person without letting him/her pass by is same as walking upto the next corner. well, if it was that easy she/he wouldnt be the special one, would it?
saying that, when u do meet some one how do u know that its the same person sitting next u that u always have wanted? i cant say myself for i am not sure. true, i feel the most happiest when i am with her, i have a sense of completion when she sits down by my side. true, i cant stop looking in to eyes; true when she talks i wish she could never stop. Yet, is she the one? i dont know. worse does she feel the same?
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