The Delhi Stud – 3
Kalu works on our new punching bag as Karan and I return from the gym. Read to see what we do next. As Karan and I walked in all sweaty from the gym, we could see how Kalu was raping Karan’s wife aggressively. He was driving his cock into her with such burning fire that it would surely leave her sore for days. It wasn’t just the intensity of his assault, but also the aesthetics of it. He, a large, studly black man, with a great swinging dick, was almost splitting that tiny black-eyed woman in half, as he whispered obscenities and threats in her ears. It was music to our ears and heaven to our eyes. We didn’t want to interrupt it. Karan just left a 2000 rupee note as a tip for Kalu’s …