Adultery The Unbreakable Mangalsutra ( Updated June 5)

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Chapter 11 : Rathore's double damaka in Caravan

 
**Inside the luxurious moving caravan:**
Rathore  still in pure rage with ambika and sanjana.
He continued, his tone cunning and cutting:
“You think you can bring this fresh pussy to me but I will let her go without breaking her pussy? Idiot bitch. I can read everything what in your mind and top of that your sister just disrespected me and you sit there like a dumb cunt. I own you, Ambika. Don’t forget that for a second. Talk to her and make her understand”
Ambika swallowed hard, voice trembling.
“I’m sorry, Sir… I’ll teach her and explain  everything… please calm down.”
While speaking, Rathore casually pulled Ambika closer, his hand sliding under her saree pallu and roughly squeezing her breast over the blouse. He pinched her nipple hard, making her gasp. Sanjana watched in stunned silence as her sister let it happen without resistance.
Ambika turned slightly toward Sanjana, her face full of shame and urgency. Rathore’s hand continued playing with her breasts, pulling her blouse down to expose one of them as he twisted her nipple.
“Sanjana… listen to me carefully,” Ambika whispered, voice shaking while Rathore molested her openly. “Rathore Sir is our boss. He controls everything. This is not just about your PG seat in medicine. My husband Venkatesan… our family… even our parents’ lives are at risk if we anger him. We cannot fight him here. We have no power. He will humiliate us in the worst way you could ever imagine. So Just… Just… obey him. Please. Please. Do whatever he says. I’m begging you.” Ambika cried.
Sanjana stared at her sister — elegant, strict Ambika — now half-exposed, breathing heavily as Rathore’s hand moved lower, rubbing between her thighs possessively. The shame on Ambika’s face was real. The fear was real. Her tears was so real.
Rathore smirked, clearly enjoying the humiliation and the explanation. He slipped two fingers under Ambika’s saree and pushed them inside her without warning, making her moan softly in front of her sister.
 
“That’s right, little bitch Sanjana,” he said mockingly while finger-fucking Ambika slowly. “Your sister belongs to me. Her holes, her dignity, her family’s safety — all mine. You’ll learn fast if you want to survive.”
 
Sanjana sat cold, shocked, and speechless because of the sudden transition from rathore and her sisters. Her mind could not able to process the scenes in front of her.Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched her sister being used like a toy right beside her.
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**Back at the house:**
 
Priya was growing more nervous with every passing minute. It had been over 20 minutes since her first messages. No reply.
 
She kept thinking about Ravi (her husband). He was deep into that corruption enquiry — honest, stubborn, and refusing to take any shortcuts or accept any “help” from influential people. Priya admired his principles, but she was terrified. There had been anonymous threats, strange calls, and signs eearlier but this is bothering her more now. She is more uncomfortable and sleepless with this sudden investigation of ravi.
 
Only someone like more powerful had the reach to quietly protect Ravi — maybe pressure the right people or give early warnings. But going behind Ravi’s back felt wrong… and extremely dangerous.
She was double minded and badly want to talk to ambika about this.
Priya typed again, her fingers shaking:
Hey ambika ?
Busy ?

 
Ambika’s phone lay on the floor of the moving car, screen lighting up with Priya’s new messages — completely ignored for now.

 
 
 
**Back to the caravan:**
 
Rathore’s eyes were dark with lust and control. He pulled Ambika closer on the seat, cupping her tear-streaked face with one hand. Slowly, almost tenderly, he leaned in and ran his tongue over her wet cheeks, licking her fresh tears one by one. The salty taste seemed to please him.
 
“Mmm… fear tastes good on you,” he murmured against her skin.
 
His other hand moved down to her waist, boldly raising the pleats of her saree and petticoat higher, exposing her smooth, fair thighs and round ass. He squeezed one ass cheek roughly, then brought his palm down hard.
 
**SMACK!**
 
Ambika gasped sharply, her body jerking.
 
**SMACK! SMACK!**
 
Two more loud spanks landed on her bare ass, turning the skin red. She bit her lip to suppress a cry, knowing Sanjana was watching every second of her humiliation.
 
Sanjana sat frozen on the seat, tears flowing silently down her face. The scene in front of her was shocking beyond words — her dignified married  elder sister who was happily talking to her few minutes back was now being molested openly, spanked like a naughty child, while this powerful man licked her tears.
 
But Sanjana was intelligent. A fast learner. In these few terrifying minutes, she had already realized the terrifying truth: this was a complete trap. Rathore wasn’t just some influential person helping with a college seat. He was extremely dangerous with more power that she could ever imagine, he is the kind of man who could destroy their entire family without lifting a finger. Fighting him would only make things worse for everyone, especially Venkatesan (Ambika’s husband) and their parents and her college seat.
 
*There’s no way out…* she thought, trembling. *Better to obey than resist…*
 
Rathore noticed the subtle shift in Sanjana’s eyes. Even through her tears, there was a glimmer of reluctant acceptance. He smirked inwardly. She was young, fresh, and pretty — he wanted to savor her slowly, break her seductively, make her crave her own submission. Ambika, on the other hand, would receive the hard, ruthless treatment she was used to.
 
“Keep worshipping, my personal whore,” he ordered Ambika.
 
Ambika, face burning with shame, slid down between his legs again. She pulled his cock out, kissed the thick shaft reverently, and took him deep into her mouth. Wet, sloppy sucking sounds filled the cabin as she bobbed her head obediently, tears still falling while she sucked him with practiced devotion.
 
Rathore kept one hand on the back of Ambika’s head, guiding her roughly, occasionally pushing her down until she gagged. His other hand stayed on Sanjana’s thigh, stroking it gently — almost affectionately — in sharp contrast to how he was treating her sister.
 
“Look at your sister, Sanjana,” he said softly, his voice turning seductive as he spoke to the younger woman. “See how well she serves me? She knows her place. She knows what happens when she pleases me.”
 
He bends and spanked Ambika’s exposed ass again — harder this time — while she continued sucking him desperately.
 
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**
 
Each slap made Ambika moan around his cock. Rathore then lifted Ambika’s face up for a moment, strings of saliva dripping from her lips.
 
“Tell your sister what you are,” he commanded.
 
Ambika, breathing heavily, eyes lowered in deep shame, whispered, “I’m… I’m your whore, Sir… your property.”
 
Rathore smiled and licked another tear from Ambika’s cheek before turning back to Sanjana. He gently wiped a tear from the young girl’s face with his thumb, his touch surprisingly soft.
 
“You don’t have to be scared like her, baby,” he murmured seductively. “You’re young… fresh… I’ll take my time with you. I want to taste every inch of you slowly. But you must obey. Understand?”
 
Sanjana nodded slowly, still crying but no longer resisting. The realization of his power had sunk in deep.
 
Rathore pushed Ambika’s head back down onto his cock, making her choke loudly, while his other hand slowly slid higher up Sanjana’s tight jeans, gently caressing her inner thigh — a promise of what was coming.
 
The car was still 40 minutes from the airport.
 
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Priya’s latest messages were still sitting unread on Ambika’s phone somewhere on the floor.
 
 
 
**Inside the caravan:**
 
Rathore’s patience snapped. He grabbed Ambika’s hair in a brutal grip, twisting it tightly around his fist. Without any warning, he forced her head down hard onto his thick cock, shoving it straight into her throat.
 
“Take it, you worthless whore!” he growled and started face-fucking her mercilessly.
 
**Gluck… Gluck… Gluck… Gluck…**
 
Ambika gagged loudly, choking and drooling uncontrollably as he slammed his hips upward, using her mouth like a cheap fucktoy. Tears streamed down her face while wet, obscene sounds filled the cabin.
 
At the same time, his other hand reached for Sanjana. He pulled her closer by the back of her neck, his eyes burning with lust.
 
“Come here, baby…”
 
He pressed his lips hard against Sanjana’s. She stiffened instantly, trying to pull away, her hands pushing weakly against his chest. Rathore didn’t let her go. He kissed her deeper, forcing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her resistance. Sanjana whimpered, her body tense, but after a few minutes the fight slowly drained out of her. She realized resisting would only make him more violent. Her lips began to move awkwardly against his.
 
Rathore felt the change. The moment Sanjana stopped fighting and started kissing him back hesitantly, something wild unleashed inside him.
 
He groaned into her mouth and became aggressive. His hand moved to her chest, squeezing her firm breasts roughly over her sleeveless t-shirt, pinching her nipples until she moaned into the kiss. He broke the kiss only to pull her t-shirt up and over her head in one rough motion, exposing her black bra. He took the t shirt threw it aside, freeing her young, perky breasts.
 
“Fuck… these are perfect,” he muttered.
 
He latched his mouth onto one of her nipples, sucking and biting while his hand kneaded the other breast hard. Sanjana gasped and squirmed, but she didn’t pull away. She understood — he was getting dangerously excited. If she wanted to keep him from turning fully brutal, she had to cool him down and give him what he wanted.
 
She has a boyfriend. She knew what men liked.
 
With trembling hands, Sanjana reached for Rathore’s shirt and started unbuttoning it slowly, her voice soft and shaky. 
“Sir… let me… remove it…”
 
Rathore’s eyes flashed with dark pleasure. He released Ambika’s hair for a moment. Ambika gasped desperately for air, coughing and drooling, but he immediately slapped her hard across the face.
 
“Too slow, bitch!”
 
He tore Ambika’s remaining blouse violently, ripping the fabric apart. Buttons flew everywhere. 
“Get completely nude. Right now. I want to see your whore body while I enjoy your sister.”
 
Ambika, face burning with unbearable shame, quickly removed the rest of her clothes, sitting naked and exposed in the moving car, her saree pooled uselessly on the floor.
 
Sanjana deliberately avoided looking at her naked sister. She focused only on Rathore, trying to keep his attention on herself so he would be less violent with Ambika. She leaned in and kissed him again, this time more passionate, pressing her breasts against his chest.
 
Rathore growled in satisfaction. He pulled her fully onto his lap, her tight jeans rubbing against his hard cock. He buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply — smelling her fresh, youthful skin, her perfume mixed with nervous sweat. He licked and sucked on her neck, leaving marks, while his hands roamed over her back on top of her bra and squeezed her ass over the jeans.
 
“You smell so fucking good, little one,” he whispered hotly against her ear. “I’m going to taste every inch of you slowly.”
 
Sanjana’s heart pounded. She was awkward, scared, and deeply ashamed — but she kept playing along, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his neck, trying her best to keep him in this semi-seductive state instead of full savage mode.
 
Meanwhile, Ambika sat naked beside them, head lowered in utter humiliation, watching her younger sister being undressed and molested while she herself had been brutally face-fucked and slapped.
 
Rathore looked between the two sisters — one naked and broken, the other half-naked and reluctantly cooperating — and smiled with pure wicked satisfaction.
 
“Jeans off, Sanjana. Slowly. Show me that pretty body while your sister watches.”


Sanjana, breathing heavily after the intense kissing and groping, tried to pull back slightly toward her seat. Her hands instinctively covered her breasts. She was still wearing her tight jeans and bra, and even though she had started cooperating, removing them felt like crossing a final line. She hesitated, looking down, reluctant and awkward.
 
Rathore’s eyes narrowed with dark amusement. He wasn’t going to allow any distance.
 
“Come here, both of you,” he commanded.
 
He grabbed Ambika by her hair with one hand and Sanjana by her arm with the other, pulling the two sisters close from either side of him. Now completely naked himself — his thick, hard cock standing erect — he turned his head left and right, devouring both women alternately.
 
He kissed Sanjana deeply first, tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting her reluctance and youth. Then he turned and kissed Ambika just as hungrily, sucking on her tongue. He went back and forth between them — licking their lips, sucking their tongues, making them kiss each other briefly before claiming their mouths again. The scene turned highly seductive and filthy: wet sounds of kissing, moaning, and heavy breathing filled the car as Rathore alternated between the two sisters like a king enjoying his concubines.
 
While kissing Sanjana again, he reached behind her back with one swift motion, snatched her black bra with one hand, and tore it off roughly, throwing it aside. Her perky young breasts bounced free completely.
 
He focused more on Sanjana now, kissing her slower and deeper, one hand gently squeezing her breast while the other played with her nipple. His voice became low and seductive against her lips:
 
“You taste so sweet, baby…”
 
At the same time, he pulled Ambika onto his lap. He made her sit on his thick cock in reverse cowgirl position — her back facing him, facing toward Sanjana. He pushed her down hard, impaling her wet pussy onto his shaft in one smooth thrust.
 
“Ahh… Sir!” Ambika moaned shamefully as he filled her completely.
 
Rathore groaned in pleasure and immediately started slapping her exposed ass with his right hand — loud, sharp spanks that echoed inside the car.
 
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**
 
“Ride me properly, whore,” he growled at Ambika while still kissing Sanjana.
 
Ambika, completely naked and humiliated, began moving her hips, riding his cock slowly, her ass jiggling with every slap. Rathore kept one hand on her hip, guiding her movements while his other hand stayed on Sanjana — caressing her face, neck, and breasts.
 
He looked straight into Sanjana’s eyes, still kissing her softly between words.
 
“Remove your jeans right now, Sanjana… or I’ll keep slapping your sister’s ass until it turns purple.”
 
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**
 
He spanked Ambika harder to prove his point, making her cry out while she continued riding him obediently, her pussy stretching around his thick shaft.
 
Sanjana’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She could see her elder sister’s red, spanked ass bouncing on Rathore’s cock just inches away. The wet sounds of Ambika’s pussy sliding up and down his shaft were unmistakable.
 
Rathore kissed Sanjana again, deeper this time, almost lovingly, while still punishing Ambika’s ass with heavy slaps.
 
“Jeans off, baby… Let me see that pretty pussy. Don’t make me hurt her more.”
 
Ambika was breathing heavily, riding him faster under the pain, tears of shame rolling down her face as she avoided eye contact with her younger sister.
 
The tension in the car was thick with lust, shame, and raw dominance.
 
Sanjana’s hands trembled as she stood up slightly in the moving car. With deep reluctance and burning cheeks, she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her tight jeans. She pushed them down her smooth legs, revealing her black panties and toned thighs. The fabric pooled at her ankles before she stepped out of them completely.
 
Rathore watched with hungry eyes, still buried deep inside Ambika.
 
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Show your ass to both of us. Bend slowly.”
 
Sanjana hesitated for a moment, then obeyed. She turned around, facing away from them, and bent forward at the waist, pushing her ass out. Her round, firm ass stretched the thin black panties tightly.
 
Rathore groaned in pleasure and gave Ambika’s pussy a hard thrust upward while watching.
 
“Look at that, bitch,” he growled at Ambika, who was still impaled on his cock. “Your little sister’s ass. Are you seeing this while getting fucked like a whore?”
 
**SMACK! SMACK!**
 
He landed two sharp slaps on Sanjana’s panty-covered ass cheeks, making them jiggle. Sanjana whimpered.
 
“Ambika… kiss your sister’s ass. Now.”
 
Ambika, tears flowing down her face from shame and the relentless fucking, leaned forward while still riding him and pressed her lips against Sanjana’s right ass cheek, then the left. Soft, humiliating kisses. Both sisters were crying — Ambika from deep degradation, Sanjana from the sheer embarrassment of her sister kissing her ass.
 
Rathore yanked Sanjana’s panties down roughly, exposing her smooth, shaved pussy. He reached forward and rubbed her pussy lips with two thick fingers, spreading her wetness.
 
“She’s already dripping,” he laughed darkly.
 
He grabbed Ambika by the hair and pulled her face closer, forcing her to watch as he rubbed Sanjana’s clit in slow circles. Sanjana moaned involuntarily, her body betraying her.
 
“Listen to your sister moan while I play with her cunt,” he told Ambika cruelly.
 
While fingering Sanjana, Rathore asked casually, still thrusting slowly into Ambika:
 
“Do you have a boyfriend, Sanjana?”
 
Sanjana, voice shaking with pleasure and shame, whispered, “…Yes, Sir.”
 
Rathore’s eyes lit up with wicked excitement.
 
“Are you a virgin?”
 
Sanjana hesitated, then confessed softly, “No, Sir… I’m not a virgin.”
 
Ambika’s eyes widened in genuine shock. She stared at her younger sister, completely stunned. Sanjana had always acted so innocent at home.
 
Rathore threw his head back and laughed loudly, clearly delighted.
 
“Oh, I love this. I love fucking girls who already belong to someone else. It makes breaking them so much sweeter.”
 
He suddenly pulled Ambika off his cock and positioned both sisters on the wide seat beside him.
 
“Lie down. Both of you. Heads on my lap. Suck my cock together.”
 
The two naked sisters lay on either side of him. Ambika and Sanjana both lowered their heads to his thick, throbbing cock. Their tongues and lips worked together — licking the shaft, sucking the head, kissing each other around his cock. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the car.
 
Rathore leaned back like a king. His left hand went between Ambika’s legs, his right hand between Sanjana’s. He rubbed their pussies simultaneously — two fingers on each clit, then pushing inside their wet holes.
 
“Make a call,” he ordered Ambika. “Call your husband Venkatesan right now. Tell him everything is going well with sanjana college seat meeting. Sound normal while I finger your cunt.”
 
Ambika’s eyes filled with fresh tears, but she obeyed. She took her phone with a shaky hand and dialed her husband while sucking Rathore’s cock. When Venkatesan picked up, she tried her best to sound normal, moaning softly as Rathore fingered her harder.
 
At the same time, Rathore looked at Sanjana and smirked.
 
“You’ll call your boyfriend too and inform the same.”
Sanjana eyes was in shock with tears, first time she is doing something like this. She took her phone with heavy heart and dialed her boyfriend while licking Rathore’s cock.  Both started to talk on phone and informed them as rathore instructed.
 
He rubbed both sisters’ clits faster and spanked their ass cheeks, pushing them toward orgasm while they were in a short call with husband and boyfriend. After the call they worshipped his cock with their mouths and tongues because of the excellent moves of rathore’s fingers on their cunt. Their bodies trembled on either side of him and both got a huge orgasm with extreme pleasure. The pleasure ws against their will and both enjoyed it in a very strange awkward sitation.


Rathore had shifted positions again. He made Sanjana to climb on top of him facing him. He made her sit on his cock and pushed his thick cock deep inside her tight pussy in one powerful thrust.
 
“Ahhh… Sir!” Sanjana moaned loudly as he filled her completely.
 
He started fucking her with deep, rhythmic strokes — hard and dominant. Leaning front, he sucked and bit her perky breasts hungrily, leaving red marks on her soft skin while pounding her relentlessly. Sanjana’s body started responding against her will. The initial pain and shame were slowly turning into unwanted pleasure. Rathore was an absolute beast in bed — rough, strong, experienced, and merciless. She had never been fucked like this before.
 
For a moment, she forgot everything — her sister, the humiliation, even her boyfriend. Her eyes rolled back slightly as she started moaning louder, her hips moving to meet his thrusts.
 
Rathore noticed the change and smirked.
 
“That’s it, baby… enjoy getting fucked by a real man.”
 
Sanjana turned her head to the little back side, still moaning, and her eyes widened. Ambika was on her knees, bent underneath them. Her face was buried between Rathore’s moving ass cheeks, desperately licking and tonguing his sweaty asshole while he fucked Sanjana. The sight was extremely dirty and degrading — her dignified elder sister reduced to licking a man’s asshole from below as he pounded her younger sister.
 
Rathore groaned in pure pleasure, pushing his ass back slightly onto Ambika’s tongue while continuing to thrust into Sanjana.
 
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**
 
He spanked Sanjana’s ass hard while fucking her, his palm leaving red prints.
 
“Fuck… your sister’s tongue feels so good on my shithole,” he growled. “Keep licking deeper, Ambika, you filthy whore!”
 
Ambika obeyed shamefully, her tongue pushing inside his asshole as best as she could while her face was pressed against his moving body.
 
**Back at the house:**
 
Priya was hesitating to message Ambika again . She felt awkward to bother her. But then her phone rang — it was Ravi.
 
“Hey, I’m wrapping up early. Should be home in 20–25 minutes. Everything okay there?” Ravi asked.
 
Priya’s heart skipped. She quickly replied that everything was fine and ended the call. Panic rose again. She needed to talk to Ambika before Ravi came back.
 
With trembling fingers, she sent one more message:
 
**Priya:** We need help. Please reply  Just one message.
 
**Back in the car:**
 
Rathore was lost in pleasure. He kept fucking Sanjana harder, sucking on her bouncing breasts while Ambika continued rimming him from underneath like a perfect slave. The wet sounds of fucking, moaning, and licking filled the luxurious cabin.
 
Sanjana was breathing heavily, her body betraying her completely now. She had stopped caring about her sister’s humiliation and was fully focused on the intense pleasure Rathore was giving her.
 
Rathore looked down at her flushed face and grinned wickedly.
 
“You like it, don’t you? Say it.”
Rathore was pounding Sanjana hard in cow girl position, his thick cock stretching her pussy with deep, powerful strokes. The entire car was filled with the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
 
Suddenly, Sanjana’s eyes rolled back and she shouted shamelessly between loud moans:
 
“Ahhh… fuck!

In her mind . “This is so strange… I’m getting fucked by a stranger I met just today… in a moving car… with my own sister here! Threesome… everything is new… but this is the wildest experience of my life…“
harder Sir… please!”
 
Her words surprised even her. The intensity, the risk, and Rathore’s raw dominance had completely overwhelmed her senses.
 
Ambika, still kneeling underneath, had her tongue buried deep in Rathore’s asshole, licking and rimming him obediently while he fucked her younger sister. Ambika had been fucked by Rathore in cars, hotel rooms, and even risky public places before — but this was something entirely new and more humiliating: getting used together with her own sister in a moving car on a public road, with vehicles passing by just outside the tinted windows. Yet both sisters had almost forgotten they were in public. That was the dangerous power Rathore held over them — once he started, nothing else mattered.
 
Rathore grinned like a beast, thrusting harder into Sanjana while enjoying Ambika’s tongue in his ass.
 
**Ping!**
 
Ambika’s phone lit up again on the floor. Rathore noticed it immediately.
 
He grabbed Sanjana’s hair and pulled her up slightly while still fucking her.
 
“Read the message. Your sister’s mouth is busy sucking my asshole.”
 
Sanjana, moaning uncontrollably as Rathore continued slamming into her, picked up the phone with shaky hands and read between gasps:
 
“Ahh… message from… Priya… ‘We need help. Please reply  Just one message.”
 
Rathore raised an eyebrow, still thrusting deep into Sanjana.
 
“Which Priya?”
 
Ambika pulled her tongue out of his ass just long enough to answer breathlessly:
 
“That… Mangasultra girl… … Priya… Other day you came in my Mangasultra …”
Sanjana felt disgusting to hear this.
Rathore’s eyes lit up with wicked recognition. He laughed loudly.
 
“Ohhh… that Mangasultra bitch Priya?  Stupid Pooja for Mangasultra .. I want to see her too …”
 
He pulled out of Sanjana’s pussy, his cock glistening with her juices, and sat back on the seat.
 
“Time for some fun. Call her. Put it on speaker.”
 
He then pointed at Ambika:
 
“You — come ride my cock. Face me.”
 
Ambika quickly straddled him and sank down onto his thick shaft with a deep moan, starting to ride him slowly.
 
Rathore then grabbed Sanjana’s head and pushed her face between his legs from behind Ambika.
 
“And you — lick my asshole properly while your sister fucks me. Deep tongue.”
 
Sanjana shocked and before she could react he slapped her face pulled her hair and she obeyed without hesitation now. She buried her face between Rathore’s ass cheeks and started licking his hole enthusiastically while Ambika rode his cock, her breasts bouncing in front of his face.
 
Rathore groaned in pleasure, one hand slapping Ambika’s ass, the other holding Sanjana’s head deeper into his crack.
 
“Call her now, Ambika. Let’s see what that Mangasultra slut is saying.”
 
Ambika, riding him with shame and pleasure, took the phone with trembling fingers, dialed Priya’s number, and put it on speaker as Rathore’s cock stretched her pussy.
 
The phone started ringing…
 
**At the house:**
 
Priya’s phone rang. She picked it up instantly unware of that rathore will be  listening her

[rockyy15]

Sorry for the delay. Taking time to keep the story more realistic. Will be adding more spicy elements in the next chapter. Meanwhile post your suggestions and inputs and let me know how you like to take the story further !

[Ajay Kailash]

Awesome update

[Redbull_69]

Wow awesome waiting for next update

[Vicky Viknesh]

Now both the sisters have tasted his shit from his asshole and smelled his fart. Time to drink his urine.

[RANA ROY]

Awesome...................... waiting for next update.

[bananna123]

Nice
Go on

[Ajay Kailash]

Rathore is the king and hero

[xbiilove]

Let Rathore ask her to take the mangalsutra and tie it to his cock and tell her husband is impotent.

[bananna123]

Nice
Getting into the actual story more…very slowly
Keep going