The Rolls

The Rolls

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A drop of sweat trickled down his spine and conspicuously navigated itself through the tshirt-low waist pant separation into his ass-crack, losing itself forever. The humidity had escalated the feel of the summer heat in Kolkata, causing the sticky effect in touch & vision.The denizens were however immune to the discomfort as their beloved Maa was coming home, it was Mahalaya. It was that time of the year where the world meant only shopping and fanfare for them everything else could wait just fine. He shifted a bit to calibrate his line of sight and then continued with stealing glances.Diagonally seated across him was a Bengali oomph-istress (as he liked to call them), with the inherited customary wholesome bosom, concealed tightly with a buttons-ready-to-pop Read more