The word 'desi' evolved from the Sanskrit term 'desh', which stands for country. With time its usage shifted more towards referring to people, cultures, and products of a specific region .
Desi women dresses prim and proper as a rule, and in general dress much better than the females in for example Europe.
They make good wifes and mothers, and they like spending all their on days on cooking and cleaning, as absolute all women are supposed to, just as nature intended.
They get easily pregnant, and are very fertile. Desi females goes around pregnant almost anytime. One child in the belly, and one in the cradle, at all times, is the rule.
Their only weakness is that they crave sperm and childbearing so much, that sometimes they go around without underwear and shake their booty, and this is, as we all know, an incitement to unfaithful sex. Things like that cannot be tolerated.
She on this photo above, was a good woman really, but she had so strong sexdrive that she went around without underwear, and she were sending out sexy looks with her eyes, and was smiling "take me" to all the men and boys of her village.
We grabbed her, carried her off to the bed, stripped her, bound her spreadeagle to the bed, and enjoyed her body for some days, the good oldfashioned in-out, and loads of impregnating cum pumped deep into her cervix. She sobbed and nagged "no" the entire session, but her eyes could not lie. She maybe did not like the fucking itself, but she was overwhelmed by her breedinginstincts every time a new load of babymaking slyme was deposited inside her.
For every load of semen she got, she jerked her tearstained eyes, and moaned deep and long between the sobbing and nagging.
"Uuuuunngghhrrrmmmmm..."
This my fifthteenth fuck made me envy that man that finally got her as his wife.
She gave us happytime and sexytime, a good woman, when only tamed first.
After days of fucking and sleep deprivation, she started drooling uncontrollable.
She finally rolled her eyes back, only the white parts visible, her body shaked, and she started a long deep rattle. La Grande Finale.
"Rrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrggghh - uh" - and she passed out.
And so her lesson was over, she had learned it well, and I know for sure that she married some lucky man soon after she was able to walk again, not crawl, as she did the first days afterwards.
Yeah, a tamed woman is a happy woman.
And myself, I was only passing throu the area, and took my time to help some local friends of mine, busting this raga muffin of the village, yeah, I really like to help people, that's just me alright.
I'm helping people out.
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