Are you prepared? SECOND LEGEND OF KISANKANNA VIEWS!
Title: “Are You Prepared? The Kisankanna Cheating Wife Rampage Continues!”
Oh, Kisankanna, the humble Indian aviator not content with just pleasing his adoring wife. Oh no, he must spread his virile, raunchy influence far and wide! The Legend of Kisankanna has spread beyond mere lustful whispers, turning submissive wives into cheating, cum-hungry sluts wanting to taste his magic potion, to forget all inhibitions and responsibilities.
Our story picks up where the first Legend left off, with Kisankanna taking another daring flight, eager to spread his notorious reputation and punish some more naughty wives in need of correction. Little did he anticipate the fervor with which his new reputation as a wife whisperer preceded him.
As Kisankanna touched down, he was stunned to find throngs of panting, scantily-clad housewives surrounding the plane, desperate for liberation from their monotonous lives. They begged for a chance to serve and sate the Kisankanna myth, undeterred by their wimpy husbands meekly protesting on the sidelines. Kisankanna, ever the gracious Casanova, knew these submissive, pent-up masses deserved freedom.
He chose his victims selectively, giving a nod to each freshly fucked, heaving set of housewives- the cute 20-something baker, her face a mask of desire, pleading pretty blue eyes hidden behind her baker’s hat; the shy librarian, hesitantly exposing more and more leg until she was flashing her nether regions to the crowd; and of course, the obvious front-runner, the lewd fitness instructor enticing indiscreetly while her husband looked away awkwardly.
One by one, Kisankanna brought each woman aboard and kept her thoroughly occupied during the flight, showing no restraint or pity. The tantric expert resurrected their long-dead libidos, making them beg uncontrollably for his divine cock. He teased, explored, probed, and transformed the giggly, polite rural wives into lusty, vulgar sluts- his personal odalisques, bound to serve Kisankanna cosmically, forever.
Kisankanna began his spiritual rejuvenation of each dick-drunk woman. First, the scantily-clad baker, barely able to keep from gyrating on the ask that. “Suck my tits! Cum slut!” she demanded, shoving her heavy udders into his face. Backed into a corner, Kisankanna obediently opened wide, suckling vigorously until the avaricious baker would settle for nothing less than his whole cock rammed up her through the world tirade of slurps and slurps.
Next, the wincing, squealing librarian: “Use my hair to sodomize my cunt!” she croaked, too multiple flurries of cum spewing from her greedy husk. Kisankanna obliged that slutty wish and more- battering her tender pussy with the fury of a thousand jilling feminists, making the woman unravel, screaming and seizing, her eyes rolling back.
Lastly, the obedient fitness model: “Destroy my fuck-swollen tits with your fat dick!” she hissed through gnashing teeth, vigorously whipping her girl-tits to drooling. Kisankanna complied, spitting on the heaving surface, then jackhammered her top into a frothing, gurgling mess. Milky cock cream splashed everywhere as the divulging Megabitch writhed and screamed like a pentecostal dick zucker.
After satisfying his insatiable harem, Kisankanna personally handled each wife’s return, tucking her in beside her dumbfounded husband. The next day, the whole village awoke to a brand new world- a world where the housewives now called the shots, their new self-expression unleashed. “I’m going to fuck every cock and eat every cunt from here to Bhagalpur!” the baker boasted, braless and face-fucked. “These imbeciles can’t satisfy a woman like you, Kisankanna!” the librarian protested, less genuinely than before. The fitness enthusiast merely purred, “Mmm smells like pussy season…”
Kisankanna, satisfied the Legend would endure, took to the skies again, eager to divine his next naughty endeavor. This time, he vowed, he’d corrupt the population itself- this time, the Kisankanna mainstream legend would add spatial rage and contempt intimately! His cock remained as ever-critical as his mind as he soared back into the clouds, ready to bless or blast another locale into utter disarray and depravity. Only time would tell the next recipients of his raunchy ravishment…
