Nothing delights my heart more in this world than the first flight of a seagull after days of wavering and the soul of a desi.
Dressed in an orange-red saree with yellow floral motifs and fragrant in the aroma of rose jam, her enchanting figure catches your eye from afar.
Her soul as a wife, mistress, and mother is the marvel of the perfect deed of karma.
An emancipated desi treats both her husband and lovers with perfect grace, giving no rises to superfluous doubts or jealousy.
She cucks her husband several times a week with well-endowed bulls, true ithyphallic embodiments of Shiva, maintaining a well-accomplished balance between her sentimental and erotic life.
Her husband will be submissive and at all times at her disposal, always reliable companion, receiving his sloppy seconds with adoration and gratitude.
On Sunday at noon, when the traditional meal with the extended family takes place, prepare the delicious *Nipples of Venus* for dessert, as you have learned from the famous movie *Amadeus*, arranging on wide plates huge boobs with nipples of various colors and, if you feel like it, combine them with erect chocolate phalluses with the tips facing the sky.
Then, with your eyes fixed on your father-in-law, you say to all of them:
>Take and serve, my dear guests, according to the desire of your heart, delight your senses, by tasting these wonderful tits and dicks, eat without restraint, it is enough for everyone!
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