u/cutepotatobuns

IN YOUR FIRST TEXT: add passcode, your kinks, limits, r\*pe threats and a pic of an object you’d wanna shove inside me,

Make sure your text tells me how will you use me on the subway, try to make the r*pe threats in hinglish. And share one object that you’ll fuck me with.
I prefer hinglish. The darkest, roughest and kinkiest of the replies will get faster response.

The subway stairs were slick with rain as Aisha’s heels clicked against the wet metal. She had run with everything she had, her breath ragged, her heart pounding. The train’s doors were closing and she lunged forward, her tight soaking wet dress tearing at the seams. Aisha ke bade mammay uski choti si dress se bahar nikle chuky thay. Her full heavy tits burst free, bouncing wildly as she reached for the doors. The few passengers inside watched through the glass as her jiggling breasts and rain slicked cleavage caught the light.
The doors shut in her face. There she stood half naked, her tits still swaying, her dress now little more than a tattered strip clinging to her hips. Dress phatne ki wajah se Aisha ki gand poori nangi thi.
Defeated she made her way to a bench crossing her legs as tightly as she could but it was no use. The fabric of her dress was completely transparent from the rain and did nothing to conceal her. Her bush was on full display, the rain droplets clinging to her pubic hair glistening under the station lights. As she sat the cold metal of the bench pressed against her nangi gand and she let out a little yip bouncing slightly from the shock. That’s when she realized her tits were still out. The bounce had made them jiggle and she fumbled to tuck them back in but the sheer soaked material might as well have been invisible. She tried to pull the remnants of her dress together but it was useless.
And then she heard it footsteps. Slow deliberate echoing down the empty platform. Aisha’s heart raced her breath catching in her throat. She was scared drunk and helpless her wet pussy throbbing with a mix of fear and desire. She tried to stand to run but her legs felt heavy her body betraying her. The footsteps grew closer and she could only sit there her tits still barely contained her bush on display her pussy dripping waiting to see who would appear around the corner.

Kinks:
overstimulation girl cock teasing toys pegging force penetration balls deep penetration piss in holes pissing trans fucking rimming genital tickling vibrator torture incest biting scratch marks lipstick marks nipple play armpits anal creampie deep throating cock slapping teasing spanking slapping thigh fuck clothing lingerie squirting humiliating degrading watersport choking hair pulling cum eating drinking obsession public humiliation dove fucking
Limits:
scat farts gore vore sweat
P.S. HMU only if you know Hinglish. Start your message with 38DD and share your kinks and limits so I know you read through the post. My Discord is potato007697.

Berlin, 2022.
The city’s restaurant scene is dying under COVID-19 lockdowns, but Masala Junction clings to life under the greasy thumb of Mr. Rahul, a middle-aged Desi man with a perpetually tented lungi and a chota lund more eager than effective. Business is nonexistent—until Aisha walks in.
Aisha is a fresh culinary graduate with ambition, a knife set, and a pair of 38DD tits that bounce with every step. Her light brown nipples are always perked, her pink choot tight, and her dreams of Michelin stars are temporarily on hold. With no one hiring, she plays her only card: her body. During her interview, she leans over the counter in a sheer top, her tits nearly spilling out as she chops carrots. Mr. Rahul’s chota lund twitches, pre-cum beading at the tip. She’s hired on the spot—with conditions: she works naked for hygiene, serves special dishes (sometimes with a sausage up her choot, sometimes with her tits smeared in curry), and endures their pathetic attempts to fuck her. Neither Rahul nor Karan, the sweaty manager, can reach her pussy properly, their tiny lunds barely grazing her lips. But Aisha doesn’t care. She’s got a plan, and she’s not leaving until she turns this shithole into something worth her time.
Key scenes include Aisha’s interview, her daily routine of stripping in the alley for the neighborhood’s enjoyment, Karan’s “hygiene inspections” that lead to his tiny lund accidentally breaching her butthole for the first time, and Rahul’s demands for his lunch served on her tits.
Themes include power and humiliation, ambition vs. desperation, and dark comedy.
Kinks:
overstimulation, Girl cock, teasing, toys, pegging, force penetration, balls deep penetration, piss in holes, pissing, trans fucking, rimming, genital tickling, vibrator torture, Incest, Biting/Scratch Marks, Lipstick Marks, nipple play, armpits, Anal, Creampie, deep throating, Cock Slapping, Teasing, Spanking/Slapping, thigh fuck, Clothing/Lingerie, Squirting, Humiliating/Degrading, Watersport, Choking/Hair Pulling, cum eating/drinking, obsession, public humiliation, dove fucking.
Limits:
scat, farts, gore, vore, sweat.
P.S. Please HMU only if you know Hinglish. Start your message with “38DD” and share your kinks and limits so I know you read through the post. My Discord is potato007697.