Dancing Queen Bollywood India

She of course had her flings. What would be the point of visiting the Club if you hadn't? But she was always extremely discreet about them, condemning...anyone who blatantly flaunted their affairs, calling them sluts.No one would even in their wildest dreams have imagined her like this. Not Anna, surely not her?But here she was, crawling naked. She dragged her oiled tits across the shining floor, shaking her ass to the score of merry chimes and ringing chains. Her wrists had been cuffed in. It's not him you're pissed off at, it's her. “She'll be here, she's just running a little late.” He smiles and nods, then disappears.It's a beautiful restaurant, right off the beach, and with a great view of the sunset on the ocean through the floor-to-ceiling windows along the west wall of the dining room. White linen tablecloths, crystal glasses, all very expensive. The food's decent but not nearly as good as a dozen cheaper restaurants you could name. But you're here because it's her. More

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