[anu p]

I think it's time to end this story. This story will end after 2-3 more updates. Thank you for your encouragement so far.

[Kore shivkant]

I think it's time to end this story. This story will end after 2-3 more updates. Thank you for your encouragement so far.

Why so soon.....still Priyanka's mother has not return.....Gunda is just now started to taste priyanka.....there can be a threesome between ramu Gunda and Priyanka........and when her mother return ramu and Gunda have to convince her that ramu will be her son in law or she can marry Gunda just like ramu marry Priyanka...and there can be a foursome between these four......and make Priyanka and her mother to live with these beggers Hut for sometime....

Still there's a lot of scope for the story you created..... Please don't finish the story so quickly.....still there's a scope for 15-20 updates....as a biggest fan of your story please consider my request anup

[Herbiee]

Wooww… What an update. Next update soon please. 

 

[dubukh]

I think it's time to end this story. This story will end after 2-3 more updates. Thank you for your encouragement so far.

I beg to differ, bro. There are a lot of things, that can happen after Gunda fucking Priyanka. Even her Mom arrival will make the story even more interesting

please continue bro and please please do not stop this story abruptly please

[Vissle]

Brother i am no one here to force you. Its your choice. But bro i think Priyanka has to marry the old man. The reason is simple. She spend countless moment with him. She cannot forget those moments (lust, sex and also some love). It will be bad for her, if she leave old beggar. It will be good for old beggar and Priyanka to get marry. This the only solution

[fanofallnature]

I beg to differ, bro. There are a lot of things, that can happen after Gunda fucking Priyanka. Even her Mom arrival will make the story even more interesting

please continue bro and please please do not stop this story abruptly please

Hi Anu,

A sincere and humble request:

Please do not bring this excellent series to an end. We are eagerly looking forward to your exciting updates.

Thanks in advance

[Hyderabadiboy5]

Please give us an update dear anu

[Ishitha]

Why so soon.....still Priyanka's mother has not return.....Gunda is just now started to taste priyanka.....there can be a threesome between ramu Gunda and Priyanka........and when her mother return ramu and Gunda have to convince her that ramu will be her son in law or she can marry Gunda just like ramu marry Priyanka...and there can be a foursome between these four......and make Priyanka and her mother to live with these beggers Hut for sometime....

Still there's a lot of scope for the story you created..... Please don't finish the story so quickly.....still there's a scope for 15-20 updates....as a biggest fan of your story please consider my request anup

Good decision. Pls finish this story ASAP

[Ishitha]

I think it's time to end this story. This story will end after 2-3 more updates. Thank you for your encouragement so far.

Good decision, finish this story ASAP

[Hyderabadiboy5]

Anu, can you give the update of the story? We are eagerly waiting for your story update. This is one of the best and most anticipated stories. Anu, could you please provide an update on the story? We are eagerly anticipating your next update, as it is one of the most highly regarded and awaited stories. 

[Kore shivkant]

When will be the next update anu?????

[xyzperson]

Update pls............................

[Herbiee]

[Kore shivkant]

Waiting for the next update anup......

[khahuna]

I am just fed up waiting for the next update. Not just this story but many stories. May be a suggestion to the Admin to get an update from the author/writer to know when we can expect the next update.

[Kore shivkant]

When will be the next update anup

[Neha_Akhter]

When can we expect the new update?

[Kore shivkant]

When will be the next update anup?????

[anu p]

38.....

Priyanka’s heart thundered as she slid out of the tangled sheets, bare feet sinking into the cool floor. Her hands pressed desperately against the swell of her breasts, the thin cotton of her bra doing nothing to hide the way her nipples had hardened into tight, aching peaks. The mound between her thighs throbbed with lingering heat, still slick and swollen from the throbbing pulse of her release. Her cheeks burned scarlet, eyes glassy with unshed tears and raw, unwanted desire.
The pallu of her deep-red silk saree had completely slipped, pooling like spilled blood at her waist. The blouse hung open, one sleeve torn, the fabric clinging damply to the heavy curves of her breasts. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps—each one pushing those perfect tits higher, the deep valley between them flushed and glistening.
Gunda sat sprawled on the rumpled bed like a king of filth, only his sweat-soaked shorts clinging to his massive body. The dark, coarse hair on his barrel chest was plastered flat, matted strips running down the deep canyon of his belly, which jiggled softly with every heavy breath. Thick thighs spread wide, the bulge of his cock—still rock-hard and throbbing obscenely—strained the thin fabric, the fat head clearly outlined, leaking a dark spot of pre-cum at the tip.
Sweat dripped from his chin, caught in the tangled beard. His eyes burned with pure, animal hunger, fixed on the trembling goddess before him like she was the last drop of water in the desert.
Priyanka’s gaze locked on him. A storm of conflicting emotions crashed through her mind. Her husband Ramu’s face flashed—old, sagging, with that familiar, lopsided nose and the slight tremor in his lips as he’d entered her for the very first time years ago. She had loved him, married him, given him everything. And yet…
Gunda’s body was a nightmare of excess. Fat, soft, repulsive. Every inch of him poured with sweat—thick beads racing down the deep crease of his armpit, sliding over the heavy slope of his tit, pooling in the soft roll of his gut before dripping onto the sweat-soaked sheets. His cock strained so hard against the fabric it looked ready to tear through, the outline obscene and thick.
Yet her lips still remembered the brutal press of his mouth against hers. Those fat, slimy lips sucking on her tongue. His tongue—hot, thick, tasting of stale tobacco and lust—lapping between her thighs, curling inside her dripping cunt while his fat fingers fucked her ass. She had moaned. She had come. She had begged.
Tears spilled hot down her flushed cheeks. Her fingers dug harder into her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh until the nipples poked painfully through the fabric.
“I… I can’t stop looking at him,” her mind screamed. “Why did I let his ugly, fat body touch me? What is wrong with me?”
Gunda’s chest rose and fell like a bellows. He understood every thought racing through her beautiful, guilty head. The disgust. The shame. The fear. But his cock was a steel rod now, leaking, pulsing, demanding. He had already peeled her blouse open, one hand squeezing her left breast through the bra, thumb circling the swollen nipple. He wasn’t stopping. Not now. Not ever.
His eyes narrowed with cruel satisfaction as her body trembled between lust and revulsion—her nipples begging to be pinched, her cunt dripping for the monster she hated.
Gunda sat on the bed, his thick, sweaty thighs spreading wide and pressing deep into the mattress. Sweat glistened on his massive chest and jiggled with every breath, the coarse dark hair of his belly clinging wetly to his soft skin. His shorts were now obscenely tented, the thick ridge of his cock straining against the fabric, already leaking a dark, glistening spot at the tip.
He rose slowly, towering over her like a slobbering bull. His thick arms slid around Priyanka from behind, engulfing her tiny waist completely. The soft, warm flesh of her belly and hips sank between his fat fingers as he yanked her back against his sweat-drenched chest. The heat of his body poured into her like a furnace. She could feel the heavy, slick weight of his belly pressing against her spine, the fat of his thighs molding to hers.
His lips found her cheek first—soft, wet, open-mouthed—then the other. A hot, messy trail of saliva followed each kiss.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Priyanka whispered, voice trembling, half protest, half moan. Her hands fluttered up, trying to push his chin away, but her fingers only slid helplessly over his stubble.
“Shhh… shhh… here, I’m calming you,” Gunda rumbled, voice deep and rough, right against her ear. One massive hand stayed locked on her waist, squeezing the soft give of her flesh until the skin indented. The other slid up, thick fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. He tilted her head slightly and bit down—gentle, playful pressure of his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin just below her hairline.
“Mmm… ahh!” Priyanka’s breath hitched. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out despite herself. Her whole body shuddered, nipples instantly tightening into painful little peaks that poked obscenely against the thin bra. The pill’s heat surged through her veins, making every nerve flare with unwanted fire.
Gunda’s lips brushed her neck, hot and wet. “I know what you’re thinking, Priyanka,” he whispered, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “Your old Ramu… he’s not worthy of your trust. He betrayed you. Cheated. Destroyed your first time. Now he’s out there fucking that young whore Suma while you’re dripping for something real.”
“No… that’s not…” Priyanka’s voice cracked. There was zero strength in it—only a shaky, pathetic whisper of resistance that melted the moment his tongue flicked out and traced the salty sweat along the side of her neck.
Gunda chuckled darkly, the vibration rolling straight down her spine. He tightened his hold, pressing her harder against his fat, quivering body. “He destroyed your virginity? A girl three times his age? He pumped his dirty old cum straight into your womb. Now he’s enjoying her tight little cunt while you stand here trembling, panties soaked for this fat, ugly bastard.”
Priyanka’s breath hitched violently. Her eyes stung with fresh tears as the words sank in. Her hands tried again—weak, trembling pushes against his massive forearms—but her body betrayed her, arching back into his touch, breasts heaving, cunt clenching with fresh, shameful wetness.
Gunda’s thick fingers slid lower, stroking the soft plane of her stomach in slow, possessive circles, dipping teasingly around her navel. He leaned down, lips lingering on her cheek, sucking gently on the tender skin before dragging his hot tongue across it, leaving a trail of wet saliva that made her shiver violently.
“Umm… ahhh… please… don’t…” she whimpered, voice breaking into a desperate little moan. Her hips twitched involuntarily, pressing back against the massive, throbbing bulge of his cock that now ground hotly against the curve of her ass.
“But you’re already so wet for me,” he growled, licking the back of her neck again—slow, wet strokes of his tongue that made her knees buckle. “Look how your body is trembling. This is what you need. Not that cheating, repulsive old man. This… this fat, sweaty body that knows how to fuck a real woman.”
His teeth scbangd playfully over her neck once more, and Priyanka’s moan turned into a broken, helpless sound, her tears mixing with the sweat on her flushed cheeks as her mind drowned in shame, lust, and the dark pleasure of being claimed.
Gunda held her even tighter from behind, his massive arms crushing her soft waist against his sweat-drenched chest. His left hand stayed planted low on her stomach, thick fingers digging in with deliberate, filthy pressure—circling her navel, pressing deep into the soft, warm give of her skin, then sliding lower to brush the warm crease where her belly met her hips. The right hand shot upward, slipping under the hem of her bra and cupping one heavy breast in its full, fat palm. His fingers spread wide, feeling every soft inch of her breast, the firm weight, the way her nipple strained against the thin lace like a hard little cock.
His thumb found the nipple and pressed—slow, relentless—making it swell and poke obscenely through the fabric with every deliberate squeeze. The other hand stayed glued to the back of her neck, tongue flicking out in lazy, wet licks that tasted the salty-sweet sweat rolling down her spine.
“Uh… uhh… Gunda… ahh…” Priyanka’s voice cracked, trembling between shame and raw, throbbing need. Her hands fluttered weakly against his chest, fingers pushing at his massive arms, but she couldn’t stop her body from arching back into his touch. The pill burned hotter in her blood. “Today… this is wrong…”
Gunda’s lips brushed her ear, voice a low, mocking growl. “Wrong? Ramu’s out there squeezing Suma’s little tits like this right now—while you’re standing here dripping for this fat old cock.” He gave her left breast a brutal squeeze, fingers twisting the nipple until it popped out of the bra, swollen and glistening. “Look how hard you’re getting for me.”
His hand moved lower, yanking the hem of her saree with one rough tug. The silk slipped down her hips with a soft whisper, pooling at her feet. Only her skirt remained—thin, clinging fabric now the only barrier left.
“Gunda… what have you done?” Priyanka gasped, eyes wide, but her voice was already melting into a broken moan. Her hands flew up, trying to tug the saree back up, but he pinned her wrists to her sides with one thick forearm.
“Nothing yet,” he whispered hotly against her neck, sucking a dark purple mark right under her ear. “This is just the beginning, baby.” He reached around, cupping both her breasts now in one huge hand, squeezing them together until they overflowed his palm, nipples dragged roughly over the edge of the bra. Then his other hand slid down, thick fingers gripping her ass through the skirt—squeezing the soft, round cheeks, digging in until the fabric creased. She felt his massive erection grind hard against the cleft of her ass.
Her body shook violently. “Uhh… uhh… please… ahhh…” The words came out half plea, half whimper. Sweat beaded on her back, sliding down her spine while her cunt clenched empty, soaked through her panties.
The moment the petticoat thread snapped, it fell with a soft silk whisper. The inner petticoat slid down her legs in a silky cascade, pooling around her ankles. Priyanka instinctively dropped both hands, covering her hair in frantic little gestures, fingers pressing desperately against her forehead as fresh tears spilled down her flushed cheeks. Her thighs trembled, tiny beads of sweat glistening on the soft white skin.
Gunda’s eyes gleamed with pure, wicked delight. He watched the rich, beautiful girl—once so proper—now standing there in nothing but a torn bra, panties, and trembling hands over her head. His fat cock throbbed violently against her ass, leaking hot pre-cum that soaked through the thin fabric.
Without warning, his free hand shot down and landed on her wrists, fingers sliding between hers, prying her hands apart. “No hiding now,” he growled, voice dripping with lust. “I want to see every inch of you.”
Priyanka’s resistance shattered completely. Her hands dropped limp at her sides, fingers curling slightly against the sheets as her breathing grew deep, ragged, and desperate. The pill’s fire had consumed her mind—every nerve screaming with need.
Gunda’s thick finger slipped past the waistband of her soaked panties without hesitation, sliding straight through her dripping folds. Her pussy was completely bald, silky smooth, shiny with her juices. The moment his calloused fingertip brushed the soft, hairless skin, a violent shock of pleasure exploded through her body. She cried out—“Ohhh…!”—and her thighs flew open wider on instinct, knees bending as her hips jerked forward.
His finger circled her swollen clit with slow, filthy strokes, then dipped lower and pushed inside. The tight, wet heat welcomed him instantly. He moved it in and out, twisting, curling, stretching her dripping cunt while his other hand stayed locked behind her head, teeth sinking into the side of her neck—gentle but firm, just enough to make her moan louder.
“Ahhh… uhh… Gunda… ahhhh…” Priyanka’s voice was thick, broken, pure lust. Her body trembled, thighs shaking, and her hands finally rested weakly on his thick thighs, gripping the fabric as if she couldn’t stand on her own.
Gunda kept fucking her with his finger—slow, deep, relentless—until her cunt was gushing around his knuckle, her juices coating his hand. Then he pulled out.
Priyanka’s eyes snapped open, desperate. “No… don’t stop…” She grabbed his wrist with both hands, forcing his finger back inside, deeper than before. Her lips parted on a long, trembling moan, hips rolling greedily against his hand.
Gunda’s eyes flashed with dark triumph. He turned her slowly but firmly until she faced him, her perky breasts crushed against his sweat-slick chest through the torn bra, her soft thighs pressed tight between his massive ones. Priyanka looked up at his filthy, sweaty face—red cheeks, glistening beard, eyes burning with hunger—and instinctively closed her eyes in shame and shame-soaked desire.
Gunda smiled, leaned in, and claimed her mouth.
His lips pressed to hers—soft at first—then sucked her lower lip into his hot, wet mouth. The sound of their wet kissing filled the room: “Chup… mwa… chup… smack…” Heavy, filthy, obscene. Their tongues fused, sliding, dancing, sharing the sweet taste of the pill and her own arousal. Priyanka surrendered completely. She sucked his lower lip hard, tongue sliding deep, swirling with his, moaning into his mouth as her hands tangled in his thick hair, pulling him closer, kissing him back with greedy, desperate hunger.
Gunda’s hands roamed her body—thick fingers squeezing her soft hips hard, grinding his massive erection against her belly through their clothes. He broke the kiss just enough to growl, “You already asked what’s it… what’s it?”
Priyanka’s eyes flew open for one shocked second. Her hands were already on his front—on the huge, rock-hard bulge in his shorts, feeling the thick, throbbing shape of his cock through the fabric. She shivered violently, thighs clenching, a fresh gush of wetness soaking her panties.
Gunda didn’t stop her. He simply smiled, wicked and satisfied, and picked her up effortlessly with his massive arms. He carried her to the bed, laid her down on her back, and straddled her thighs, lowering himself until his thick, sweaty body pinned her in place.
He reached for the half-eaten rasagulla, brought it to her lips, and fed her slowly—watching her tongue lick the sticky sweet juice from his fingers, her lips parting on a soft, hungry moan.
Then the next drop slipped from her mouth… fell… slid straight down between her heaving breasts, dripping into the deep, dark valley of her cleavage, soaking the lace of her bra until it clung wetly to her hard nipples.
Priyanka’s lips parted on a soft, startled moan as the cool, sweet drops of rasagulla slid straight down between her heaving breasts. “Ahh…” The sound was barely a whisper, but it trembled with shame and the first real spark of pleasure. Her whole body shivered at the sticky sweetness running down her cleavage, cooling the burning skin.
Gunda’s eyes darkened with hunger. He leaned in slowly, thick tongue flicking out to catch the last glistening trail of juice. He licked it up with lazy, wet strokes—long, flat licks that started at her sternum and dragged upward, savoring every inch of her soft, sweat-slick cleavage. “Mmm… delicious,” he growled against her skin.
Priyanka’s hands flew to his broad shoulders, gripping hard as fresh heat flooded her body. “Umm…” she moaned again, voice weak and broken.
Gunda’s thick fingers found the front hooks of her bra without mercy. One by one he popped them open with a soft, distinct click. The straps slipped down her arms. He yanked the torn bra away completely and tossed it aside.
Priyanka’s hands shot up instantly, covering her bare breasts in frantic shame. “No… please…” Her cheeks burned scarlet, eyes lowered, tears glistening at the corners.
Gunda’s massive palms slid between her trembling fingers and pushed her hands apart with effortless strength. “Such a miracle should not be hidden, Priyanka…” His deep voice was pure lust. “Look at them. They’re perfect.”
Her breasts spilled free—round, heavy, and glistening. The soft white skin was flushed pink from the pill and the heat of his tongue. Her nipples stood rock-hard, small and tight, dark pink and sharply erect, glistening with sweat and the last traces of rasagulla. Gunda’s eyes drank them in like a starving man. Saliva pooled in the deep valley between them, cooling and teasing.
“My dream breasts…” he whispered, voice hoarse. He laid her back gently, head on the pillow, then lowered his mouth.
“Chhap… chhap…” Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as his lips pressed to her left breast. His tongue circled the swollen nipple, licking the sticky sweetness, then sucked it deep into his hot mouth. He bit gently, tongue flicking, sucking loud and messy—“chup… chup…”—while his right hand kneaded the other breast. He moved to the right, alternating, devouring both nipples until they were bright red, swollen, and shining with his saliva.
Priyanka’s moans turned into broken little whimpers. “Umm… Umm… slow down, Gunda… ahhh…” Her body arched helplessly, thighs pressing together, the pill making every nerve fire with unbearable pleasure. Her hands clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer, not pushing him away.
The room filled with the obscene wet sounds of his mouth on her tits—loud, greedy, relentless—mixed with her soft, desperate moans.
When he finally lifted his head, her breasts were swollen, throbbing, and shiny red. The edge of his lips still glistened with the taste of her. Priyanka’s eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust and shame. A wicked smile curved Gunda’s lips.
“It’s time to open what you’ve been asking for so long.”
Priyanka understood. Her gaze dropped to the huge, monstrous bulge straining his dirty shorts. A shy, trembling smile appeared on her flushed face—half fear, half burning desire. She nodded, voice barely a whisper.
“You… you open it.”
She sat up slowly, naked breasts heaving, still glistening with sweat and rasagulla. Her hands trembled but were eager as she reached for the waistband of his shorts. Gunda lifted his thick hips slightly off the bed to help. The fabric slid down inch by inch—revealing the thick, veiny monster inside: dark, veined, and rock-hard, already leaking a thick bead of pre-cum at the swollen tip. It sprang free, slapping heavily against his belly, the massive head glistening, the whole shaft thick and veiny, the base wrapped in coarse dark hair.
Priyanka stared, mouth slightly open, eyes wide with a mix of awe and terror. Her hand hovered, trembling, inches from the throbbing cock.
The moment Gunda’s shorts slid all the way down his thick thighs, his monstrous black cock sprang up like a nightmare made flesh—gigantic, throbbing, veined. It stood rigid and straight toward Priyanka, the thick shaft nearly a foot long, dark as midnight, glistening with a sheen of sweat and pre-cum. The massive red head flared wide, already leaking a thick bead that dripped slowly down the underside. It twitched visibly, fat and heavy, the skin stretched so tight it looked painful.
Priyanka’s eyes snapped shut in pure shame. Her cheeks burned crimson, her breath came in short, panicked gasps. “Oh God… it’s so big…”
Gunda’s deep voice rumbled right against her ear, thick and reassuring. “Why, Priyanka? What happened? Don’t be afraid… open your eyes. Look at it. It’s only for you.”
She forced her lashes up, trembling. The sight hit her like a blow—veins bulging, the bulbous head throbbing, a string of thick pre-cum stretching from the slit. Fear slammed into her chest, but at the same time her soaked pussy clenched hard, fresh wetness pouring out to soak the sheets. Her trembling hand hovered right on the edge of her panties, fingers twitching with intense, shameful lust.
Gunda smiled, slow and wicked. “Don’t be afraid, Priyanka… this will give you pleasure. I promise.”
Her eyes stayed locked on that monstrous black snake, wide with terror and unwanted hunger.
“Why?” she whispered, voice cracking. “Yours is so long and thick… it scares me just looking at it…”
Gunda’s grin sharpened. “Isn’t Ramu’s the same size?”
Priyanka dropped her head, cheeks flaming hotter. She couldn’t even answer.
Gunda took her trembling hand and guided it to his thigh. Her palm pressed flat against the massive, blood-filled cock. The heat, the thick pulsing weight, the sheer girth—everything flooded her senses. Her fingers curled instinctively around the base, feeling it throb against her soft skin.
“Priyanka… your pussy has been waiting for this exact touch for years,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Today is that day.”
“I’m scared, Gunda…” she breathed, but her fingers stroked him once, slowly, feeling every thick vein.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You can kiss it later… but not now. We have all night. Let’s build this up slowly.”
His words sent fresh fire through her. Gunda laid her back, straddling her hips, and slammed his thick chest down onto her soft breasts. The heavy weight of his sweat-slick pecs crushed her tits flat, nipples grinding hard against his skin. The pressure made her moan deep in her throat.
He kissed her like a starving man—deep, sloppy, tongues fucking each other’s mouths, spit and sweet pill juice mixing loudly. “Mmmph… chup… mwa…” Wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
After long minutes of devouring her mouth, he dragged his lips down her body, kissing every inch of her milky thighs—soft bites, long wet licks, sucking marks into the sensitive skin. Her thighs shook violently, parting wider for him as he spent ten full minutes worshipping them, leaving her inner thighs shiny with his saliva and dripping with fresh arousal.
Finally, Gunda hooked his thick fingers in her soaked panties and slid them down her trembling legs. She lifted her hips eagerly to help. He brought the wet, musky scrap of fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes rolling back in bliss.
“Fuck… what a fragrance…” he groaned, voice wrecked with lust. He pressed the panties harder to his face, tongue flicking out to taste the salty-sweet juices still clinging to the fabric, then tossed them aside.
He spread her legs wide and lowered his face between them. Her completely bald, swollen pussy glistened openly, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out swollen and shiny. Gunda’s tongue shot out and dragged slowly from her dripping hole upward, tasting every drop of her juices. Then he buried his face deeper, tongue pushing inside her tight cunt, licking and sucking like he’d die without it—wet, filthy, greedy sounds filling the air: “Gluck… gluck… mmmph…”
Priyanka’s back arched hard, a long, broken moan tearing from her throat. “Ahhh… Gunda… yes… right there…!” Her hands flew to his hair, gripping his thick locks, pulling him harder against her dripping pussy as the pill made her body shake with overwhelming, shameful pleasure.
Priyanka’s thighs clamped shut around Gunda’s head like a vice, her fingers digging deep into his thick hair, yanking him harder against her dripping pussy. Her voice came out in broken, desperate moans—high and throaty, pure ecstasy mixed with shame. “Ahhh… umm… ahhh… Gunda… right there… don’t stop… please…”
Gunda spread her trembling thighs even wider, pinning them open with his massive knees. His gigantic black cock—thick as her wrist, veined, glistening with her juices—slid down and pressed the fat, swollen head right against her tight, dripping entrance. The hot, silky walls of her pussy kissed the tip, making his eyes roll back.
“Gunda… wear a condom… please…” Priyanka gasped, voice shaky with fear.
He looked into her eyes, a dark, satisfied smile spreading across his sweaty face. “Don’t worry about that, baby. I had a vasectomy years ago—while I was still married. Nothing to worry about. I’m clean. Just for you.”
Priyanka believed him. The relief made her body relax a fraction… until the lie hit and fresh fear flooded her veins.
Gunda pushed.
The thick head of his monster cock popped past her tight ring and started sliding in—slow, relentless, stretching her open. Inch by inch, the veined shaft disappeared into her dripping cunt, her soft pink walls gripping him like a hot, wet fist. The wet, obscene sounds of her juices coating every inch of his cock filled the room.
“Ahhhhh… ohhhhh…!” Priyanka’s long, broken moan tore from her throat, half pain, half helpless pleasure. Her body jolted. Her hands flew down and gripped his thick thighs hard, nails digging in, trying to push him away even as her hips twitched upward to meet him.
Gunda groaned deep in his chest and thrust harder. His cock slammed in to the hilt in one brutal stroke, balls slapping against her ass. The head punched deep into her cervix, making her scream.
“Uhhh… slow! Hhhh… it hurts so much, Gundaaaa…!” Priyanka’s eyes filled with tears. Her beautiful, perky breasts bounced wildly with every savage thrust, nipples red and swollen, skin glistening with sweat. The sight only made his cock throb harder inside her.
He didn’t stop. He fucked her like an animal—hard, fast, deep—each thrust making wet, filthy sounds: “Chup… chup… chup…” as his massive balls slapped her soaked pussy and his heavy ballsack bounced against her ass.
Priyanka’s voice cracked into broken sobs and moans. “Hhh… please… slow… it’s too big… ahhh… hurts… oh God, it hurts!” Her fingers clawed at his thighs, trying to stop him, but her body betrayed her—her hips rolling up to take every inch, her cunt clenching and fluttering greedily around the thick intruder.
Gunda’s eyes burned with dark triumph. He leaned down, thick lips crashing onto hers, tongue plunging deep into her mouth to swallow her moans while his hips never slowed. His cock pounded her pussy relentlessly, stretching her wide, filling her completely, the wet squelching sounds echoing obscenely in the room.
With every brutal thrust, Priyanka’s screams mixed into broken, desperate cries of pleasure: “Ahhh… ahhh… Gunda… ahhh… fuck… me… harder… it hurts… but… oh God… it feels so good… ahhhhh!”
Her body shook violently under him, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, but her pussy was gripping his cock like it would never let go—milk-white walls fluttering and pulsing around every thick vein.
With every savage thrust, Gunda’s gigantic black cock drove deeper into Priyanka’s dripping pussy—first slow and deep, then faster, the thick head battering her cervix and making her clit throb violently. Her walls clenched greedily around every veined inch, sucking him in like a tight, wet fist. The sound of her juices coating his shaft became obscene: wet, filthy squelches that filled the room.
“Ahh… umm… ahhh…” Priyanka’s moans had completely shifted—pain melting into raw, desperate pleasure. Her nails raked hard down Gunda’s broad back, leaving red scratches as her hands clawed for purchase. She pulled him tighter, hips rolling up to meet every brutal stroke, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly against his sweat-slick chest. Each thrust made her tits slap and jiggle, nipples rock-hard and glistening with sweat.
Gunda’s rhythm grew deeper, animalistic. He slammed in to the hilt, balls slapping her ass, then pulled almost all the way out before driving back in. The head of his cock kept pressing that swollen clit on every thrust, sending electric shocks through her body. Her pussy grew hotter, wetter, flooding around his monster shaft with thick, creamy gush after gush.
“Fuck… you’re so tight… so wet for me,” he groaned against her lips, tongue fucking her mouth while his hips never slowed.
Priyanka’s back arched violently off the bed. Her thighs trembled, locked tight around his waist, heels digging into his ass. “Ahhhhh… Gunda… ahhh… it’s so deep… oh God… yes… right there… ahhhhh!”
Her pussy started to seize. The first powerful contractions hit her like lightning. Her walls fluttered and clamped down in rhythmic spasms, milking his cock greedily, pulling him impossibly deeper. A hot, wet wave exploded inside her—her juices squirting out around his shaft, soaking his balls and the sheets.
“Ahhhhh… ohhhhh… I’m cumming… Gunda… I’m cumming… ahhh!” Priyanka screamed, body convulsing hard. Her back bowed, breasts heaving wildly, nipples dragging over his chest as she trembled through the shattering orgasm. Fresh gushes of her pussy juice sprayed out with every clench, coating his cock and dripping down his heavy balls.
But Gunda wasn’t finished.
He grinned wickedly, eyes blazing with hunger, and fucked her through it—thrusting even harder, faster, pounding her oversensitive cunt like a machine. “Come again for me, baby… let it all out…”
Priyanka’s second orgasm crashed over her almost instantly. Her walls spasmed violently, milking him, squirting again—hotter, stronger—until she was sobbing in pleasure, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
“Uhh… ahhh… too much… Gunda… I can’t… ahhhhh!” Her hands slapped weakly at his chest, trying to push him, but her hips kept bucking up to take every drop of his cock.
Only then did Gunda let go.
He buried himself to the balls and roared, hips slamming down one final time. His thick cock swelled impossibly harder inside her, the head flaring wide against her cervix. With a deep, guttural groan, he exploded—rope after thick, hot rope of his cum blasting straight into her womb.
“Fuuuuck… take it… all of it…!” he snarled, body shaking as load after load pumped into her.
First heavy wave flooded her deepest depths. Second and third followed immediately, stretching her pussy wide, filling her completely until it bulged slightly at the sides. His cock twitched and pulsed, milking every last drop, while her own fluttering walls drank him in, squeezing him, pulling him even deeper.
Priyanka felt every single pulse—his cum burning hot inside her, overflowing and leaking out around his shaft in thick white streams that dripped down her ass. She shivered violently, moaning brokenly, “Ahhh… so much… Gunda… your cum… it’s so hot… filling me… ahhhhh…”
Gunda stayed buried to the hilt, grinding slowly, forcing his cock to keep twitching and pumping the last drops deep inside her. His cum was everywhere—her belly, her thighs, the sheets—shiny and thick, a mess of her juices and his seed that he’d never wash away.

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