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"Thanks, Krish." Shriya kissed him on the cheek. "So, how do we do this? The only other girl I've been with was Mom, and we certainly weren't doing three-ways."





"Mmmpppphhhhhh?" Ileana opened her eyes and looked up at them. Had she heard that right? A great fog had settled over her brain, she couldn't process anything clearly. She kept bobbing her head on Krishan's penis, his wide head stretching her mouth.


"I've got some ideas." Krishan reached behind Shriya and smacked her ass. A nice slap resounded around the room.


Fifteen minutes later, Ileana found herself on all fours, her face buried in teenage vagina. "Ggggghhhhhhhhh." Behind her, Krishan pounded away. His hands gripping her butt, fingers digging into her ample flesh.








"This ... is ... aaaahhhhh ... better than I thought ... it'd be." Shriya held Ileana's hair close to the scalp, keeping her lapping tongue on her pussy. Shriya stared down at the woman's arched back and wobbling ass. The flare from Ileana's waist out to her hips mesmerized Shriya. "You're going to make me ... ugggghhhhhh ... cum again."


"Mmmmmpppphhhhhh." Ileana was going to orgasm again, too. These teenagers were incredible. She wanted to give them anything they asked for. Before Shriya had kissed her, Ileana had never considered other women that way. But now, she was lost in a sea of lust and bodily fluids.


"Hey Shriya ... while ... she's staying ... with us ..." Krishan painted. He was getting close to cumming in Ileana. "... do you think ... uh ... uh ... uh ... we should make Ileana ... our girlfriend? We could ... do this ... all the time."


"Oh ... God ... yes." Shriya loved her brother so much. They were always on the same page. "You ... want to be ... our ... girlfriend ... Ileana?"


"Yyyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssssss." Ileana couldn't help but agree. As she felt the heat of the first spray inside her, her orgasm took over.





 "Ooooooopppppphhhhhhhhh." But she never stopped licking Shriya, even as shivers racked her body.


The library filled with grunts and moans as the three of them came together.


Later, Shriya mounted her brother, watching Ileana's jiggling boobs as the expert in the occult rode Krishan's face. There was nothing the twins couldn't do when they worked together. Krishan came three more times, and the women climaxed countless times. Shriya felt bad that they'd so quickly broken their promise to their mother about condoms, but the impulse to share everything with Krishan was too great.






On shaky legs, the trio left the library several hours after entering it. The twins went up to Krishan's shower, and Ileana went up to shower in what had been Shriya's bathroom. All of them drunk on sex.


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[Krishan202]

That night, Anushka snuck out of bed and made the familiar midnight walk to her daughter's room. Shriya was asleep when Anushka sat at the edge of the bed. "Shriya? Wake up, pumpkin." She shook her daughter on the shoulder, feeling a bit guilty robbing her of sleep.


"Mom?" Shriya stretched and sat up in bed. "I had the craziest day. You want to cuddle?" Of course, they both knew that was code.


"Not right now, sweetie." Anushka leaned forward and swept Shriya's hair out of her face. "I want to talk a little. I had to get my thoughts together, and I think I've wrapped my mind around it."



"Around what?" Shriya yawned and leaned back on her pillow.


"This all seems like a genie we can't put back in the bottle." Anushka pulled at her husband's large t-shirt, aware that her nipples poked through the thin fabric. "I can't ask you to stop ... seeing Krish in that ... special way. But you have to promise to be careful. Both with your own body, and with discretion. You can't let anyone else find out."


"Sorry, Mom." Shriya looked down at the flower pattern on her blanket. "Krishan and I ... did stuff today with Ileana. She knows. And ..." Shriya didn't want to tell her mother the truth, but best to rip that Band-Aid off quickly. "We didn't use condoms."





"Oh, gosh." Why did this give Anushka delightful butterflies of anticipation in her stomach? "He did it inside? Again?"


"It's okay, Mom." Shriya sat up in bed. "It's the best thing that ever happened to me. Krish and I are totally on the same page. We want this."


"Gosh. There's no controlling that boy. Oh, gosh." Anushka put her hand on her rounded belly.


"Mom?" Shriya unbuttoned her pajama top slowly. "I was sorta hiding from you for a few days. So, you haven't seen my new boobs yet. Wanna see them?"


"Not now, Shriya. I need to ... I need to ..." Anushka's thoughts trailed away as her daughter parted her pajama top and let her boobs out of confinement. Those puffy nipples were still the same, but her breasts now hung and proudly stuck out away from her chest.


"Don't worry about Krish, Mom." Shriya inched closer to her mom so that their knees touched. "This house has given us our best selves. No rules. Right?"


"But we need rules. You need rules." Anushka's lips parted unconsciously as her daughter's pretty face drew near.





"Shut up and kiss me, Mom." Shriya's crescent of a smile shone in the moonlight.


"Okay." Anushka said dumbly and placed her lips on her daughter's. Her tongue darted out and instinct and practice took over. They kissed for a while, and then Anushka worked her way down Shriya's chest. As she sucked on those full breasts, her daughter's hand found Anushka's pussy and worked it with two fingers.


Two hours passed before Anushka left Shriya's room to make the walk of shame back to her bed with Ganesh. There was nothing she could do to stop the twins from humping like rabbits. Heck, she couldn't even control her own libido. She thought about the unused, extra-large condoms in the drawer by Krishan's bed. If she couldn't stop their sex, she would have to get him to use protection.


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Something wasn't right. Ileana reached up to her head and instead of her hijab, she felt a hat. She took it off and looked at it in wonder. It was a small, frilly affair with feathers and fabric flowers. The high grass moaned around her in an urgent breeze. The wind tugged at her long dress and made the feathers bounce on the hat.


"Best put that back on. The sun is full of wrath today." A deep, male voice crept up from behind her. "I've spent many a day hunting out on the prairie when the wind blows just like this. You can't feel the heat of the sun, but the heat feels you. It'll burn your skin right off." The steady clomp of horse hooves accompanied the voice.





Ileana put the hat back on and turned toward the man. Her breath caught in her throat. Vijay varma sat astride a large horse, he reined it to a stop a few yards from her. His wide brimmed hat shadowed his bushy mustache and dark, dark eyes. A slight smile played on his lips. "Excuse me?" Ileana squeaked.


"You have a funny little god, don't you?" Vijay varma's smile disappeared. "He moved a mountain more than a thousand years ago and then, what, vanishes? Poof." Vijay varma opened his hands and raised them upward, in a mock explosion.


"Your ... your ..." Ileana. All she could think about was this man exchanging Nayanthara's insides for the workings of a great clock. "Your god left before mine."


"I'll tell Him that when I see Him. He'll be surprised." Vijay varma put the palm of his hand on the butt of a shotgun slung to his saddle. "You're helping the Fallen One, aren't you?"


"No." Ileana took a step back off the trail into the grass. Several hundred yards behind the horse, the mansion stood gleaming in the midday sun. It looked freshly painted. The detail on its façade is immaculate.


"That is a lie." Vijay varma shook his head slowly. "Your husband was a fool and an arsonist. He couldn't separate the Creator from a wayward servant. But I give you a choice. Renounce your tiny, tiny god and that despicable angel. Help me, and I can rejoin you and your husband."


"My husband?" Ileana took another step back. "What do you know of him?"


"A fool and an arsonist." Vijay varma hung his words on each syllable. "Come with me and I'll take you to him." He took his left hand off the shotgun, leaned to the side, and offered her his hand.


"You lie." Ileana turned and ran. The grass dragged at her long dress. She reached down and pulled the dress up away from her legs. Her hat blew off her head and sailed away in the wind.





"So, it's a hunt then." Vijay varma called after her. "Well and good. But you'll want your hat, miss. Mind the sun."


The sound of gunfire exploded behind Ileana. Terror seized her and her legs pumped even faster. She could hear laugher following the echo of that shotgun. Horse hooves beat the ground behind her. She knew she would never escape.

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Ileana woke with a start. She sat up in bed, sucking in air. She felt like she was having a panic attack. She looked around the dark room. She was safe in the Aunshka's home. Her breathing slowed. She needed to go to someone. Someone safe. The thought of that vile man chasing her through her dream was too much.


Across the hall, Anushka slept with Ganesh. Ileana got out of bed and pulled on one of her long dresses, so much less substantial than the dress in her dream. She went to her door, opened it, and snuck out into the hall. Maybe she had bottled Vijay varma up when she warded off the locked room. Maybe the demon reached out to her to lift his newfound confinement. She really hoped that was so. Ileana crept to Anushka's bedroom door and opened it. It squeaked a little, but all she heard was the deep breathing of sleep coming from Anushka and Ganesh. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed.


There was no hijab on her head, but she supposed that was okay as long as Ganesh continued his sleep. She brushed her wavy, black hair behind her shoulders. Should she wake Anushka? Ileana moved to Anushka's side of the bed, moonlight through the window guiding her way. She followed her instincts for comfort and protection, and instead of waking Anushka, she lifted the covers and slipped into the bed next to her.


Despite discovering that Anushka was topless, Ileana snuggled into her warmth. The terror that was Vijay varma felt farther away.





"I told you, no presents until morning." Anushka mumbled. Anushka blinked and opened her eyes, suddenly fully awake. A smaller female form was pressed up against her. "Shriya? You know you're not supposed to come in here. Your father will find out."


"It's me, Anushka." Ileana couldn't help herself, she put her arm around the woman's side and rested her ear on Anushka's upper chest. She could hear the steady thump of her heart. "I'm sorry. I had a nightmare. I needed ... to feel safe."


"Ileana?" Anushka's eyes went wide and she turned her head on the pillow to look down at the lump under the blanket. Ganesha snored next to them. "You can't come into my room like this." What was the woman thinking? Anushka's life seemed to get stranger and stranger.


"It was Vijay varma. I saw him in my dream," Ileana whispered. "I know what he did to his wife. Such terrible things."


"Oh." Anushka had some sympathy. She knew how Vijay varma might drive someone to seek shelter. She circled her arms around Ileana and held her close. "It'll be okay. I've got you now. You're safe." She tucked her face into Ileana's hair, smelling the floral scent of the woman's shampoo. Anushka thought about how special it was that the woman had uncovered her hair. The smooth fabric of Ileana's dress slid against Anushka's skin as Ileana wiggled into a more comfortable position.


"Thank you, Anushka." Still operating on instinct, Ileana moved her body lower in the bed. She nuzzled Anushka's large, warm breasts, breathing in the scent of her.


"What are you doing?" Anushka's hadn't had so much as a lesbian thought before moving to that house, and now a second woman seemed to be showing interest.


"Just ... getting ... comfortable," Ileana said between kisses on Anushka's soft flesh. Ileana had quite big boobs now, but Anushka's were that much bigger. And the way one lay on top of the other while Anushka rested on her side was incredibly ... stimulating. "I ... just ... need ... to be close ... to someone." She kissed Anushka's boobs some more.


"Stop it," Anushka hissed. "Ganesh is sleeping right behind me."


"I'm ... sorry." Ileana didn't stop kissing Anushka. She felt a void filling inside her. In that warm bed, she was protected. "Vijay varma was so ... terrifying." Ileana's dark lips found Anushka's nipple. For the first time since she was a baby, she sucked on a woman's boob. She was delighted when warm, sweet milk flowed onto her tongue. She gulped the elixir greedily.





"Ohhhhhhh." Anushka cupped her left hand behind Ileana's head. "Maybe a little milk will make you feel better. But you have to go back to your own bed afterward."


"Mmmmmmmmm." Ileana sucked and swallowed.


"Did you ... did you say something, Anu?" Ganesh rolled over, half awake.


"Nothing, Ganesh." Anushka tensed. She could hear the wet sounds of Ileana's drinking in the quiet room. She prayed her husband wouldn't notice.


"Okay." Ganesh yawned. "I was dreaming about an island in the sea. I can still ... hear ..." And he drifted off back to sleep with a snore.


Ileana was vaguely aware that Anushka's husband had woken and fallen back asleep. She should have been alarmed, but all she could think about was more milk. The warmth of it spread in her belly.


"Shh." Anushka patted Ileana's head and pulled the woman in a little tighter once she was sure George slept soundly again. The poor woman had been through so much, Anushka wanted her to feel better. "Go ahead and drink," Anushka whispered.





Ileana suckled at Anushka's breasts for a long time. Eventually, she fell asleep with her lips around that supple nipple.


A while later, Anushka roused her guest. "Wake up." Anushka shook her awake as the great clock struck three somewhere in the house. "You need to leave before Ganesh finds you here." Anushka kissed the woman on both cheeks and watched her slip back out of bed and disappear back to her own room.


Ileana got into her bed, her belly full, and her mind at ease. Vijay varma was the farthest thing from her thoughts as she drifted back to sleep. The whole world in that moment was the refuge she'd found in Anushka's breasts.


~~


"I have to tell you something, pumpkin." Anushka kneeled before Krishan in the bathroom, working his long cock with both hands. She still wore her short, green dress. She wanted to finish off her son quickly so she could go downstairs to make breakfast. "Ileana slipped into my bed last night."





"Really?" Krishan stared wide-eyed at his mother. "What did you two do?"


"Nothing. Not really anything." Anushka looked up into his blue eyes as her hands continued to pump him. "I mean ... she drank from my breasts a little. That's all."


"Cool, Mom." Krishan put his hands on his hips. "Why are you telling me this?"


"Because, Krish, it seems that every day makes things more and more convoluted. I hardly know which way is up anymore. It seems this house is spinning our relationships together like a great web." She worked him harder. "I need you to behave like a responsible adult. Can you keep a clear head through all this?"


"Is this about Shriya?"


"I know what you and Shriya did with Ileana, sweetie." She kept her eyes up on his handsome face. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. I just want you to be careful. Do you really want babies all over the place?"


"No?"


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"Good. Please don't shoot your stuff at your sister, or anyone else, anymore." Anushka shivered at the thought of his salty mess sitting in his twin's womb. "You have to be responsible."


"Okay." Krishan could see the sincerity on his mom's face. He really would try.


"Thank you." Anushka smiled and looked down at the veiny monstrosity in her hands. "Now, where do you want to cum?"


"You said cum, Mom." Krishan was getting close.

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"I know you like when I talk like that." She licked the head. "Do you want to cum in my pussy, pumpkin?"


"I want to spray you."


"No, your father is still upstairs. He might see me." Anushka took him into her mouth and bobbed him with short strokes. Her hair bounced back and forth.





"Dad's so dumb, he probably wouldn't even notice if you walked up to him covered in cum." Krishan grabbed her shoulders, pulled her off him, stood her up, and turned her facing away from him.


"He's not ... that dumb." Anushka grabbed the edge of the sink and lowered her hips a little to get her pussy down to her son's level.


"He's pretty stupid, Mom." Krishan lifted her dress up over her butt and pulled her panties to the side. "His wife is going to be walking around with a pussy full of cum today, and he won't even know."


"Oh, gosh. Yes, I guess Ganesh is a bit of an idiot. Ooohhhhhhhhh." Pleasure surged through Anushka as Krishan entered her vagina. "I didn't ... uuuggghhhhh ... know that when I married him."


"I love ... uh ... uh ... uh ... hearing you say that, Mom." Krishan plowed into her. "Do you really want to have ... my baby?"





"Yesssssss." Anushka realized it was true. She needed to protect and mother her son's child. "I ... want to have your baby. I'm ... so happy ... you've given me a ... uuuuggghhh ... grandchild, sweetie." Her orgasm approached and he'd only just stuck it in.


"I'm going to ... ah ... cum ... Mom" Krishan unloaded inside his mother, listening to her orgasmic squeals as she took his seed. When he finished, he pulled out of her and looked down at his frothy dick. "Can you clean it off?"


"Yes ... sweetie." Anushka's knuckles were white as she held the sink. Her wedding ring dug into her finger where it was pressed between the porcelain and her flesh. She let go, spun, and fell to her knees again. "But I have to go make breakfast ... soon." She licked up and down the shaft, removing their combined cum with her tongue.





"Mom, are you going to let Ileana back in your bed?" He watched her lovingly lap at his dick.


"Would you ... mmmmm ... like me to, sweetie?"


"Yeah." Krishan nodded with enthusiasm.


"There ... all clean." Anushka finished with the head and stood up. "If you want me to, I'll give her more milk. But she can't come to bed with your father right there."


"Sounds fair." Krishan smiled.


"And will you, young man, pay her another visit with Shriya?" Anushka straightened out her panties and shook her hips to get her dress back in place.


"Do you ... mind if we ... um ... visit with Ileana again?" He pulled up his underwear and pants.


"Not as long as you're responsible about it." Anushka looked down into his eyes. "Can you keep a cool head, Krish?"


"Totally." Krishan wasn't so sure, but he really would try.


"That's my good boy." Anushka kissed him on the cheek, opened the door, and checked the hall. The coast was clear. "Breakfast in fifteen," she said without looking back. She slipped out into the hall and was gone.




To be continued....

[tarjanthehero]

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[ashw]

Anushka is My Wife,My Love,My Honey,My Sweetheart






Anushka is my wife and I am her hubby..She is made for me only...I hug her tightly and lick her whole naked body and fuck her daily day and night with my monster dick very very hard in every position of Kamasutra and in her every hole..She moaning loudly and enjoy real pleasure with me in bed...She is My LOVE, My JAAN.

[aussie.iam]

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[Krishan202]

Mansion House S2 E12

The farm around her seemed to extend for miles and miles. Anushka, in an antiquated, long flowing dress, walked toward the barn. She cradled her swollen belly in her hands. The clouds glowed pink on the horizon, but she didn't know if that was east or west. Was the day in its infancy or at its end?

A rhythmic sound of water splashing caught Anushka's attention. She wandered through the barn door. Not water, but milk. A farmgirl sat on a stool, milking a cow with bloated udders. The girl was dirty, with a lean build, and blond hair. She turned when she heard Anushka's footsteps.

"Are you lost, ma'am?" The farmgirl's smile was warm and friendly.

"I don't know. I can't find home." Anushka looked around the barn. There was another cow, two horses, and some ducks softly quacking in the corner.





"Oh, you're talking about the Nayantar House. It's up the road a way." The farmgirl's eyes knitted with concern. "But you don't want to make your home there. You wouldn't believe what Mr. Vijay did to his wife." She turned back to her milking, still talking casually, as if engaged in neighborhood gossip. "There was a grand old clock at the top of the stairway. In a fury, he tore the thing open, removed its workings, and went searching for his pregnant wife."

"I don't think I want to hear anymore." Anushka shivered in the cold. She still didn't know if it was dawn or dusk. The milk splashed rhythmically in the bucket.

"When he found the lady of the house, he sliced her right open and pulled her workings right out of her. Just like that. He then stuffed what he had of the clock inside her." The farmgirl continued to squeeze the udders, not looking back at Anushka. "But that's not the worst of it. The man then took her workings up to that hollowed out clock and placed them neatly inside. And ... somehow, the clock started right back up ticking again. That enraged Mr. Vijay something fierce, but even as they took him away, the clock struck the hour like it always did."

"God help me." Anushka backed away from the girl, watching her blond hair shake slightly with her movements.

"Don't you see?" The farmgirl kept on with her work as she talked. "God doesn't want to help you. Mr. Vijay is the hand of God. You need to seek help from those wronged by Him. Not those doing terrible things." The milk splashed in the bucket. Splish, splash, splish, splash.

Anushka woke with a start. The rhythmic sound of milk flowing had somehow followed her out of her dream. She blinked her eyes in the dark. She lay on her back in bed, and someone was on top of her. Anushka knew who it was. "Ileana," Anushka whispered. "I told you, not with Ganesh here."

"Mmmmmppphhhh." Ileana didn't respond, she kept gulping down milk from Anushka's left boob.





"Ooohhhhhhh, Ileana." Anushka couldn't help herself. She cupped the woman's wavy hair and held her head to her breast. Ganesh snored just a foot away. This was too much. Ganesh would find out about everything if she couldn't put a lid on the naked woman writhing on top of her. Oh, no. Anushka realized that Ileana had forgotten her modesty. Anushka could feel their skin to skin contact. The woman was so warm. Ileana's thigh nudged in between Anushka's legs and rubbed up against Anushka's panties. "Aaaaaahhhhhh." Anushka sucked her breath in. The thigh rubbed and rubbed against Anushka's pussy.

Ileana lifted her mouth off Anushka's nipple. "I have never felt more safe than at your breast. Let me make you feel good, too." She rocked her hips against the larger woman. From the sounds Anushka made, she knew it was working. The pleasure consumed the rest of the world so completely that Ileana didn't even care that her rocking motion might wake Anushka's husband. She placed her mouth on Anushka's right nipple, and drank some more.

"Ugh ... ugh ... ooohhhhhh." Anushka loved the pressure of Ileana's breasts on Anushka's round belly. "Ileana ... Ileana ... you're going to make me ..." Anushka's hips writhed with Ileana's. "It's ... good ..." Anushka bit down on her blanket and trembled out her climax. "Mmmmmmmppppphhhh." When Anushka was done, Ileana still moved on top of her, gulping milk. "We ... have to ... stop," Anushka whispered.





"Anu?" Ganesh rolled over. "What ...?" Sleep wouldn't quite leave him as he tried to pull himself awake.

Anushka panicked. She pushed Ileana off her, so that the poor woman fell right out of bed on the floor with an audible "oof." In the same move, Anushka reached over and pushed her husband out of the other side of the bed. He hit the floor with a thud.

"Ow." Ganesh rubbed his head. "What happened?" He sat up and looked at his wife in bed in the starlight.

"You must have had a nightmare, Ganesh. You jumped out of bed." Anushka looked at him with honest concern.

"I did?" Ganesh got to his feet and climbed back into bed. "I was having a nightmare."

"Are you hurt?" Anushka rubbed his shoulder.

"No, I'm fine." Ganesh put his head on the pillow. "I'm just tired. I have more work in the basement tomorrow. Need to get some rest." And within twenty seconds he snored again.

"Ileana?" Anushka looked over the edge of her side of the bed. The naked woman hugged the cold floor. At least Ileana had the sense to stay hidden. "We need to talk," Anushka whispered. She slipped out of bed, pulled the woman to her feet, and led her out of the bedroom by the hand. She quietly closed the door behind them.





"I'm sorry." Ileana stood naked in the hall, shivSnehag. She looked up into to Anushka's eyes, but everything was dark. "I don't know what came over me. I ... just ... need you."

"Look, I understand." Anushka, naked but for her soaked panties, put her hands on Ileana's shoulders and leaned forward to bring herself down to Ileana's level. She was aware that her breasts now dangled out in the open. "But my marriage is sacrosanct. We have to respect Ganesh. If you need me, come wake me up and I'll join you in your room."

"What?" An unexpected smile crept over Ileana's face. "Really?"

"Really." Anushka nodded. "Have you had enough milk for the night?"









"Could I have more, please?" Ileana wasn't sure if she was being greedy.

"Of course." Anushka took her hand and led her into the guest room. "All you have to do is ask."

~~

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The Family decided to fill their house for New Year's Eve. They invited friends from school, and their old neighborhood. They didn't expect to have such an expansive house again once they sold the mansion. So, New Year's was as good a time as any for a big party.

"Should we be drinking champagne?" Anu Emmanuel stood with her back to a roaring fire in the home's main living room, Shriya had an arm casually over Anu Emmanuel's shoulder.

"It's not expensive champagne. Just because we live in a mansion, doesn't mean we're rich." Shriya had rosy cheeks, and a certain loss of inhibitions. It wasn't her first sip of champagne that night.

"I just mean, I'm still three years away from twenty-one." Anu Emmanuel looked at her plastic cup with its bubbling, golden liquid.




People milled around the room. Laughter and chatter filled the air.

"Come on, girl. You've got blue hair for heaven's sake. Drink with me." Shriya clanged her cup against Anu Emmanuel's and took a sip.




"Ileana." Shriya smiled over at her girlfriend. "Come have a drink with me."

"Happy New Year, Shriya." Ileana walked over to Shriya, gave her a hug, and kissed her cheek. "But no alcohol for me, thank you."

"Are you ...?" Shriya looked down at the woman's long, formless dress. It was hard to tell if her belly was growing. But then again, she'd seen the woman naked plenty that week, and Ileana's tummy seemed pretty flat.

"No, no. It's prohibited by my religion." Ileana continued to smile as she adjusted her hijab. She looked over at Shriya's pretty friend. The girl was Shriya's age, and seemed innocent enough. But Ileana couldn't read people like she used to. She felt her face growing hot. It was such a short time ago that she'd never had a naughty thought, especially not about other women. Times had changed. "Is your mother around?"

"She's over there." Shriya pointed to the other side of the room, where Anushka stood talking to Sneha and her husband.

"Do you mind if I ...?" Ileana felt so embarrassed asking for permission to leave a teenager. But there she was.

"Go ahead. Run along. We'll catch up with you later." Shriya smiled and waved to Ileana as the wove through the crowd.




"That was weird." Anu Emmanuel frowned at the woman.

"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.




Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"Hello, Anu Emmanuel." Krishan looked over at Shriya's friend, as she stood there awkwardly. "You don't hear it?"

"Um ... uh ..." Anu Emmanuel wondered at the way Krishan's sister-in-law looked at him. Hansika seemed to be just as infatuated with Krishan as Anu Emmanuel was. But that was impossible. "Um ... well ... hello."




"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you." Krishan dropped Hansika's arm, handed his drink back to his sister, and reached a hand out to Anu Emmanuel. "Got a minute?" With each tick-tock the clock grew louder.

"Sure." Anu Emmanuel blushed profusely, and took Krishan's hand.

"I'll be right back." Krishan winked at his smirking sister and his frowning sister-in-law. He led Anu Emmanuel through the crowded room, out into the hall, and down the basement stairs. Mercifully, the basement was empty. The clock tick-tocked its way toward midnight somewhere in the house.

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"What's up, Krish?" Anu Emmanuel tried to sound casual as they sat next to each other on the sofa. She smoothed out the fancy dress she wore for the party.

"I think you're beautiful, Anu Emmanuel." Krishan put a hand on her thigh.

"Really?" Anu Emmanuel's blush deepened.

There was a pause. "Well, what do you think of me?" Krishan rubbed her thigh gently. Confidence was so easy once acquired. Before the mansion, Krishan would have died in such a position.

"I think you're cute." Anu Emmanuel reprimanded herself. That wasn't the right thing to say. "I mean, I like you." No, that was too forward. "I mean, I saw your dick and ..." Oh shit, that was really too forward.




"Don't worry, I get it." Krishan leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips. He brushed some of her blue hair off her forehead. He kissed her again just as the clock chimed midnight. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Do you hear that?"

"The clock? Yeah, it's midnight." Anu Emmanuel nodded. She realized she'd been holding in her breath. She let it out. The room buzzed around her. She hadn't had that much champagne.

"Here's to more kisses in the new year." Krishan leaned in and darted his tongue into her mouth.

"Yyymmmm pppplllllttthh." Anu Emmanuel put her hands on his shoulders. What a delight that he was such a good kisser. And that he was kind enough to look past her awkwardness. As the clock's resonant chimes echoed through the house, Anu Emmanuel thought this was the best way to ring in the new year. The crowd cheered midnight up in the living room. She didn't even push Krishan's hand away when it cupped her left boob. The moment was so magical that as the clock finished its twelfth chime, she felt the vibrations from it continue, making the house swim around her. It was almost like they were lost in time.




"Oh, sorry." Ganesh walked down the stairs and tried not to look at the kissing teenagers as he wandered past them in the basement. "I have to fix something in the laundry room."

Krishan broke his kiss, but kept his hand on Anu Emmanuel's handful of boob. "Dad? It's New Year's Eve. What the heck?"

"Sorry." Ganesh scuffled by. "As you were." He went into the laundry room and closed the door.

"Why is your dad fixing something in there now?" Anu Emmanuel was a little weirded out by the older man.

"He's been obsessed with a valve in there for a while." Krishan shrugged. "Where were we?" He kissed Anu Emmanuel again. He felt her tense this time, but she quickly relaxed.

Nayanthara stood in the shadows watching the lovebirds. Clearly the powers of the house had changed. She waxed and Vijay waned. The Krishan Family were truly a delight.




Anu Emmanuel and Krishan made out for about a half hour and the house continued to swim and vibrate around them. Both forgetting about Ganesh in the next room. Eventually, they pulled themselves away from each other and went back to the party, holding hands.

~~

"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"It's almost midnight." Krishan squeezed Hansika a little closer, he could feel her expanding belly on his side. "Is Karun around?" He scanned the room looking for his older brother.




"I think he was busy talking to one of his buddies." Hansika nodded across the room.

"Good." Krishan winked at his sister. "See you two in a little bit." He smiled at Anu Emmanuel, who had the strangest look on her face. He led Hansika down the hall, past a few people laughing and talking by the stairs, and into the library. "I wanted to ring in the new year with you. I hope you don't mind if you're not kissing your husband at the stroke of twelve."

"I don't mind." Hansika pulled up her dress, exposing some lacy panties she'd put on for Krishan earlier, hoping for that exact moment between them. "But I don't want just a kiss." She turned around, spread her legs, and stuck her butt back at her brother-in-law.




"You're such a romantic." Krishan was already painfully hard. He dropped his pants and boxers and stepped up behind her. "Such a nice ass." He slapped at her alabaster ass-cheek.

"Ow. Thank you, Krish." Hansika shivered. She felt him push her panties to the side and slide in. She was so wet for him. "Next year ... ugh ... I'm having your baby."

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"We should ... ah ... ah ... start talking about names." Krishan grabbed her hips and got into a good rhythm.

"Ooohhhhh. You want ... to name ... the baby?" Hansika marveled at how loud the clock was.




"It is ... mine ..." Krishan could hear the clock strike midnight. The muffled sound of the crowd cheering filtered in from the living room. The house swam around him as he pumped her harder. He leaned forward, grabbed her blond hair, and twisted her head sideways so he could give her the traditional midnight kiss.

"It is ... yes." And suddenly she was kissing Krishan over her shoulder, as the clock turned one year into the next. Last New Year's, she'd mostly pitied Krishan. Now she pitied her husband. Karun was just a few rooms away, but he was a universe away in her mind. The world around her blurred as pleasure took hold of her body.

When the clock finished chiming, Krishan broke the kiss. He still felt the vibrations moving through the room. "You're mine. But I'll loan you to my brother."

"Yes." Hansika shuddered, her orgasm almost upon her. "The baby's yours. I'm yours. Forever, Krish."

Krishan still held her hair, but gave her a little slack as she came on his dick. He hoped she wasn't being too loud. He didn't want to alert any of the guests to their activities.




Behind the mating couple, Nayanthara looked on, rubbing her round belly. This would be the year. A warm bright smile spread across her pretty lips. The clock was almost worth it. Almost. She watched them copulate for a while longer and vanished right after Krishan emptied himself deep inside Hansika.

~~

"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"It's almost midnight." Shriya looked over at her brother and winked. "Keep the drink, Krish." She took Anu Emmanuel's hand and led her out of the room. "I want to show you something." Shriya led Anu Emmanuel upstairs, giving her friend's butt a little smack as Anu Emmanuel climbed ahead of Shriya.

"Shriya." Anu Emmanuel looked back at her friend and smiled. "Hands off the merchandise."




"You saving yourself for my brother?" Shriya gave her butt another light smack as they crested the stairs. She pulled Anu Emmanuel playfully over to a sofa hiding in the shadows of the open living room. The sofa was positioned to look out a grand window, taking in the snowy fields around the house. A perfect spot.

"Don't tease." Anu Emmanuel sat down next to Shriya and put her head on her friend's shoulder. "Obviously. You know I like him." Anu Emmanuel had the strangest sense that something very good had already happened with Krishan, but couldn't quite remember what it was.

"And what about me?" Shriya looked out over the moonlit snow. She put an arm around Anu Emmanuel's narrow shoulders. The clock tick-tocked louder. It sounded like it was right behind them, but of course that wasn't so.

"You're my friend." Anu Emmanuel's shoulders tensed a little under Shriya's arm. "I ... um ... I'm not into girls." The clock ponderously struck midnight with deep, musical notes. Anu Emmanuel could hear the crowd cheering down in the living room. The house shook a little and moved ... unnaturally. Was it actually moving?




"Kiss me, I might surprise you." Shriya put her finger on Anu Emmanuel's delicate chin and turned her pretty face toward Shriya's waiting lips. As one year changed into a new one, she slipped her tongue into Anu Emmanuel's mouth. For a horrifying second, Shriya thought Anu Emmanuel really wasn't into girls, and she'd made a huge mistake. But the girl in her arms softened, her tongue became playful, and she kissed Shriya back.

"Mmmppphhhh." Anu Emmanuel gave into the make-out session. She really had thought she wasn't into girls, but Shriya quickly changed her mind. She even let Shriya's hand snake its way up and cup Anu Emmanuel's left boob. It felt so good.



Shriya broke the make-out session and kissed her way over to Anu Emmanuel's ear. She nibbled on it and looked out at the snow. She could see a woman looking up at her from the cold outside. The woman was clearly pregnant and wearing a long, Victorian dress. Shriya waved down to Nayanthara as Anu Emmanuel squirmed and squealed at Shriya's tongue in her ear. Nayanthara waved back to Shriya.

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The teenagers made out for a while on the dark second floor, and then reluctantly, they made their way back down to the party.




~~

"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"Shriya, could I borrow you for a minute?" Krishan let go of Hansika's arm and handed her Shriya's champagne.

"Sure, what's up?" Shriya took her brother's hand.

"We'll be back in a little bit." Krishan winked at Hansika, who frowned at him. Anu Emmanuel had the strangest look on her face, like she was trying to remember something. They stood awkwardly together as Krishan led Shriya across the room. "I've got the perfect way to ring in the new year."

"Okay." Shriya gave her brother some leeway. He'd proven himself worthy of trust lately.

Krishan whispered in Shriya's ear, and she nodded.

The twins stepped up to a circle of lively conversation. Anushka smiled over at the twins. Ileana was there, too. As was Sneha, her husband, and her son. Tarun didn't want to make eye contact with his ex-girlfriend, so he looked at his shoes. Ganesh stood next to his wife to complete the circle.

"Ileana ... Sneha ...?" Shriya smiled over at the women. "Could we borrow you for just a minute?"




"Dear?" Sneha looked at her husband. She thought the request strange, but she wanted to be a polite guest.

"As long as you're back for a midnight kiss." Her husband smiled at Sneha and patted her hand.

"Of course." Sneha kissed her husband on the cheek and walked off with Ileana and the twins.

The four of them left the living room, turned down the hall, and descended into the basement. Shriya and Krishan sat on the couch and patted the cushions.




"What's going on?" Sneha looked around the room uncertainly, and then sat on Krishan's end of the sofa. Butterflies flapped in her stomach. But nothing was going to happen. Krishan wouldn't do anything with his sweet sister and a houseguest right there.

Ileana sat next to Shriya. The tick-tock of the hidden clock seemed louder in there. Ileana lifted the hijab off her head and dropped it to the floor. It was odd showing her hair to Sneha, but Ileana suspected that would be the least of what would happen in the basement that night.

"We thought there would be nothing better than to ring in the new year with our girlfriends." Shriya admired Ileana's beautiful black hair. She brushed her fingertips along the other woman's soft cheek.




"What did she just say?" Sneha's blood pressure rose. After what had happened with Krishan in the cabin, she supposed nothing should surprise her, but Shriya's words certainly did.

"Shh. It's almost time." Krishan turned toward Sneha and pressed his back up against his twin's back. What a team. The clock struck midnight and Krishan kissed Sneha on the lips.

Out of habit, Sneha returned the teenager's kiss, even as she could hear the crowd cheering the new year upstairs. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she thought of her husband with no one to kiss upstairs. But she didn't stop. The house around her seemed to breathe in and out along with her. For a minute she forgot about the other woman and teenager on the couch, but then heard them kissing, too. What was happening?




The clock stopped chiming, and Shriya reached her hands up to Ileana's boobs. The woman moaned in response. The room swam around them.

"Oh, sorry." Ganesh walked into the basement and tried not to look at the kissing teenagers as he wandered past them in the basement. "I have to fix something in the laundry room." They were just some kids having fun after all, he envied them.

The four people on the couch stopped kissing and watched Ganesh move through the dimly lit room with wide eyes. All of them were convinced they'd been caught, but he never looked their way.

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"Sorry." Ganesh scuffled by. "As you were." He went into the laundry room and closed the door.

"Shit." Shriya looked over her shoulder at her brother and giggled. Her laughter caught on and pretty soon all four of them laughed at the silly middle-aged man that had just walked by the scandal of a lifetime. Still giggling, Shriya went back to kissing Ileana.




"You look so pretty tonight." Krishan felt up Sneha's boobs.

"Thank you, Krishan, but we should stop." Sneha looked around him as the two women made out on the other end of the couch. "My husband will be looking for me. And this feels more than a little odd."

"You said the same thing in the cabin. Remember?" Krishan kissed the wife and mother again and she melted in his hands.

A little while later, the four of them were naked. They had all forgotten that Ganesh was in the next room, even though there was an occasional bang or clank as he worked on the plumbing.

Sneha groaned as she rode Krishan's big cock, her right knee pushing against Ileana's left knee.




Ileana rubbed her vagina on Shriya's left thigh, her hips rocking to the beat of some deeply recessed animalistic call.

"They should ... ugh ... kiss." Krishan looked over at his twin with a dreamy smile.

"Yeah." Shriya returned the smile. "Why don't you ... kiss each other?" When the women riding the twins didn't do anything, she smacked Ileana's wobbling butt. "Come on ... do it."

Nayanthara stood by the door to the laundry room, making sure Ganesh wouldn't interrupt the devolving situation in the basement. She smiled and rubbed her belly. The twins were made for this. The dam created by a millennia of patriarchal rules had burst. And lust flooded out.




"Really?" Ileana looked over at the attractive, sweaty woman as she bounced on Krishan's lap. Sneha's great breasts flopped with every leap her vagina took on that bloated penis. Ileana leaned toward Sneha, her hips still grinding her vagina into Shriya's trim thigh.

"Oh, gosh. I never thought ..." Sneha let the beautiful woman kiss her. It was such a soft, understanding touch of lips and tongue. They kissed some more and Sneha, now grinding the penis deep inside her, let her tongue explore Ileana's mouth. Making out with a woman was wholly unlike kissing Krishan. Sneha felt urgency and aggression from her skinny boyfriend. But with Ileana, it was patience and relish. "Mmmppphhh." Sneha was going to have an orgasm. A big one. While doing the most depraved things.




"Gggggpppphhhhh." Ileana had now kissed three women in that house. And one of them was somehow her girlfriend. She gave herself over to insanity, ready to climax.

"Who ... ugh ... would have thought ... Shriya?" Krishan looked over at his sister past four dangling boobs. He took her hand in his and squeezed.

"We're ... unstoppable, Krish." Shriya squeezed back. She almost laughed at all the boob jiggling between her and Krishan, but she was too close to her own orgasm.

"I'm ... about to ... cum." Krishan pushed his hips up into the grinding woman.

"Cum ... Krish ... cum ..." Shriya's head jerked as an electric orgasm hit her.

The four of them climaxed together on the basement couch as Nayanthara looked on.

After a few minutes, they slowly dressed and made their way back to the party. Sneha hoped her husband was drunk enough not to notice how sweaty and disheveled she was. She'd have to make it up to him later for not being there to kiss him at midnight.




~~

"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

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"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"Already?" Krishan let go of Hansika's arm and handed his sister's drink back to Shriya. "I've got to go talk to Mom before midnight. I'll be back." He winked at Shriya, who winked back. Anu Emmanuel and Hansika frowned at him as he walked off through the crowd.

"Mom?" Krishan found Anushka having a lively discussion with a bunch of people, including Sneha, her husband, and Sneha's son, Tarun, who had tried to rat out Krishan to Shriya. Tarun looked down at his shoes.

"What is it, pumpkin?" Anushka gave Krishan a quizzical look.

"Can we talk?" Krishan offered her a small smile.

"Yes, of course." Anushka took Krishan's hand and led him out of the room. Krishan seemed like he needed her urgently, so she led him down the hall, past the library and into the den. She flipped on the light and closed the door behind them. "What is it, Krish?"

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"It's almost midnight, Mom." Krishan stepped closer to her and put his arms around her shapely body. Her growing belly pressed into him. He let his hands drop to her perfect ass. "And there's no one I'd rather kiss to ring in the new year."

"You're so sweet, pumpkin." Anushka put her arms around his shoulders and rested her head against his. The floral smell of his shampoo filled her nose. "But maybe I should still kiss your father at midnight. It's tradition." She didn't move. The tick-tock of that great clock echoed through the house.

"Dad's dumb. Stay with me." He squeezed her butt, taking big handfuls of each cheek through her dress.

"Yes, your father is a bit dumb. I don't know why I didn't see it before." Anushka sighed. "But still, maybe I should go back --" She was interrupted by the chiming of the clock. The spartan den shook, and vibrated with each sonorous peal, almost like it wasn't really there at all.

"Too late, Mom." Krishan turned his face to hers and found her lips with his. Mother and son stood pressed together, as the house swooned around them. In the distance, they could hear the crowd cheering in the living room.





Midnight passed, and they still stood with their lips locked. Neither noticed the Victorian woman sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room.

"Go on," Nayanthara whispered.

Anushka broke the kiss. "We have to get back to the party." She put her finger on Krishan's handsome chin. "Don't look so dejected. What kind of mother would I be if I left you high and dry? Do you think you can finish quickly?"

"Yeah." Krishan nodded eagerly.

"Good boy." Anushka turned, lifted her dress, and put her hands against the wall. "Do you want my pussy or my butt, sweetie?"

"Those are some fancy panties. Are they for Dad?" Krishan dropped his pants and underwear and stepped up behind her. He admired the expanse of her ass clad in some lacy red panties.





"I wore them for you, Krish. I thought something like this might happen. Do you like them?" Anushka noticed Nayanthara sitting and watching them. She didn't say anything about it to Krishan. It seemed almost natural to have that phantom in the room at a special moment like New Year's.

"I love them." Krishan pulled her panties down to Anushka's knees. "How about I take your pussy and then your butt?" Krishan rubbed the purplish head of his dick against her pussy lips.

"Whatever you want. But we have to be quick, okay. People will ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Anushka convulsed. Her son had only just slid his penis into her and she was already climaxing.

"This is the year you're gonna have my baby, Mom." Krishan dug his fingers into her hips and got into a good rhythm.





"Yeeeessssssss." Anushka came out of her orgasm, pleasure tingling all over her body.

"And Dad thinks it's his." Krishan looked over at her wedding ring pressed up against the wall. Whatever those diamonds had symbolized when Ganesh had first put them on her finger had crumbled almost completely. "But it's not his baby."

"No ... not his ... uh ... uh ... you're going to be ... a father ..." Anushka arched her back for him. "You're only eighteen ... but you're ... growing our family ... Krish." The rhythmic slap of her wide butt against his narrow hips filled the room.





"This is the year of ... ah ... ah ... ah ... babies." Krishan was really getting into it. He noticed Nayanthara for the first time sitting in the armchair. She smiled encouragement at him. He smiled back. "I don't want to ... use those condoms, Mom. Not with ... anyone."

"Oh, gosh." Anushka had a hard time denying that she wanted him to spread his seed.

"I'm going to knock up everyone."

"Not ... everyone." Anushka trembled, another climax on the way. "Not ... your sister."

"Shriya wants it, Mom. Don't ... ugh ... you want our family ... to grow more?"





"Oh ... yeeessssssssss." The orgasm seized Anushka. Her mind spiraled away from her. When she came back down from the clouds, her son's monstrous cock was in her ass.

"I'm going to ... breed ... Shriya ... too." Krishan's hips fell out of rhythm. His mom had asked him to be quick, and all the talk about babies had really pushed him toward the edge. "Tell me you want me to put a baby in her. This is the year of babies, Mom."

"Yes ... ugh ... ugh ..." Anushka grunted like a hog. Her son was so deep in her guts. "The year of ... ugh ... babies. Put ... a baby ... ooohhhhh ... in your sister."





"Cummmminnnngggg." Krishan let out a series of soft grunts and unloaded in his mom's ass.

Nayanthara clapped her hands in excitement and faded away.

It took several minutes before Krishan could bring himself to pull out. "Wow. That was perfect."

"Yes ..." Anushka still panted. "It was." She automatically turned, got to her knees, and cleaned him off with her tongue. It didn't bother her in the least that that huge thing had just been in her ass. How strange.





"Did you mean it?" Krishan reached down and gently caressed her pretty face as she finished up his cleaning. "Can Shriya and I ...?"

"Oh, Krish." Anushka gave his penis one last kiss and pulled up his underwear and pants, tucking his thing away under his waistband. "I just can't say no to you." She stood up and straightened out her panties and dropped her dress down over her legs. "I'll think about it, okay?"

"Thanks, Mom." Krishan leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He knew when she said that it was as good as yes. "You're the best mom ever."

"And don't forget it." Anushka slapped his scrawny butt and moved him toward the door. "Now let's get back to our party." Anushka shivered as she thought about being a good hostess with a gallon of her son's cum up her ass. They walked out into the hall and rejoined the party.





To be continue...

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