Adultery NISHA:: A Hot Spy -Female Investigator Officer - Secret mission

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Thakur’s low, mocking laughter rolled across the room like smoke.
He looked straight at Raghu—helpless on the cot, Kaali still astride his lap—and let the sound deepen, rich with cruel amusement. Raghu’s face was a mask of pure torment. His fists were clenched so hard the knuckles had gone white. His chest rose and fell in short, furious bursts. Every muscle in his body strained with the need to rise, to stop what was happening, yet he remained pinned by the weight of Kaali’s body and the cold knowledge that any sudden move would only make things worse for his wife. Heavy, burning pain sat in the center of his chest, mixed with a rage so thick it almost choked him. He could do nothing except watch.
Thakur’s hands never stopped moving.
From behind Priya, his large palms slid freely over the soft, bare skin of her stomach. The petticoat still clung to her hips, but everything above it was exposed—smooth, warm flesh that trembled under his touch. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles across her midriff, then dipped lower, mapping the gentle curve just above the waistband. When his fingertips found the deep, oval shape of her navel, he paused. The little hollow was perfect—soft, inviting, glistening faintly under the dim light. Just below it, a small dark mole sat like a secret mark, drawing the eye. Thakur’s thumb brushed over that tiny black spot, then circled the rim of her navel again, pressing lightly as if tasting it with his skin.
Kaali’s gaze locked onto the same place.
Her eyes moved hungrily from Priya’s full breasts—still trapped inside the blouse—to the soft plane of her stomach and that mouth-watering navel. A soft, appreciative sound left her throat. Beneath her, Raghu’s cock had gone rock-hard, straining painfully against the thin cloth of his lungi. Kaali felt every thick pulse of it against her wet cunt and smiled, grinding down just enough to make him groan.
Thakur leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Priya’s ear.
“Today,” he whispered, voice thick and low, “we are going to give you so much pleasure your husband could never match. You will come on my cock. You will come on her mouth. You will come until you forget whose wife you are for a few hours.”
Both of his hands rose at the same time, cupping the heavy weight of her breasts through the thin fabric of the blouse. He squeezed—firm, possessive—feeling the soft flesh spill between his fingers. Priya’s body jerked. A fresh wave of shivers raced down her spine. Her eyes stayed wide, glistening with fresh tears, panic and unwanted arousal twisting together in her chest. She could not form words. Only a tiny, broken whimper escaped her lips.
Thakur’s thumbs found her nipples through the cloth and rolled them slowly.
“Ready?” he asked, the question almost gentle.
Priya’s answer was only another violent shiver. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Panic fluttered in her throat. Her body, traitor that it was, arched the smallest bit into his hands.
He chuckled against her ear.
“I think these big boobs of yours are already lactating,” he murmured, giving them another slow, deliberate squeeze. “So full… so heavy. Tonight I am going to suck every drop of milk from your milk tanks. I’m going to drink from you while your husband watches.”.....





His fingers moved to the hooks of her blouse.
One by one.
The first hook gave with a soft click. Then the second. Then the third. He worked with unhurried patience, never rushing, letting each tiny release of fabric become its own private humiliation. Within a single minute the last hook parted. The blouse hung open for a heartbeat, then slid completely from her shoulders under the gentle push of his hands.
It fell to the floor beside the discarded saree.
Priya stood bare from the waist up.
Her heavy breasts spilled free—full, round, the dark nipples already tight and pointed from his earlier attention. They swayed with every shaky breath she took. The soft undersides glistened faintly with the heat of her skin. Thakur’s hands returned at once, cupping them naked now, lifting their weight, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks while he pressed his still-clothed cock harder against the cleft of her ass.
Across the room Kaali’s eyes darkened with pure lust. She reached down, freed Raghu’s thick cock from his lungi, and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly while she stared at Priya’s newly bared body.
Thakur’s mouth found the side of Priya’s neck again.
“Look at them,” he ordered softly, still fondling her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. “Look at how hard your husband is watching another man touch what belongs to him. And look how wet you already are… I can smell you from here.”
Priya’s tears slipped free, tracking silently down her cheeks. Her body continued to tremble, caught between shame, fear, and the slow, unwanted fire that Thakur’s hands kept feeding with every deliberate caress.
The petticoat was the only thing left.
And even that would not last much longer...


Thakur’s thick fingers closed tightly around both of Priya’s heavy, newly bared breasts, the soft flesh overflowing his large palms. He pressed them together gently at first, then with more deliberate pressure, kneading the warm weight of them until the dark nipples peaked hard between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Ahhh… Ahhhhhh…”
The soft, broken moans slipped from Priya’s lips before she could stop them. Her head tipped back against Thakur’s shoulder, eyes half-lidded, tears still glistening on her lashes. The dual sensations—his strong hands claiming her breasts and the thick ridge of his cock grinding slowly against the cleft of her ass through the remaining petticoat—sent fresh waves of unwanted heat rolling through her body.
“Yes,” Thakur murmured against the side of her neck, voice thick with dark amusement. “We know you like it. Listen to those pretty sounds already. Your body is more honest than your mouth will ever be.”
He lowered his head further, open mouth finding the delicate line of her collarbone. His tongue traced the bone slowly, tasting the faint salt of her skin, while both hands continued their work on her breasts. His fingers zeroed in on the stiff nipples, rolling them, pinching lightly, then rolling again. Almost immediately a thin, pearly bead of milk appeared at the tip of each nipple. Another gentle squeeze produced more—tiny white drops that welled up and began to trickle down the soft underside of her breasts.
Priya’s breath hitched hard.
“Ahhh… nnhh…”
The sensation was electric—sharp, intimate, humiliating. Milk. Her body was giving him milk. She had never leaked like this for her husband, not even when Raghu had teased her most thoroughly in the dark of their bedroom. Now it flowed for another man’s hands while her husband watched, helpless and burning.
Across the short distance Kaali rose from Raghu’s lap in one smooth motion. Her own blouse was long gone; her heavy breasts swayed freely as she stepped closer, eyes locked on the milk-beaded peaks of Priya’s chest. She stopped only a foot away, studying the full, round 34-size breasts with open hunger......




The Kaali took his gun (revolver). And showing to it to Priya who shivering frithened. And he directly gun insert to her soft lips and rotates and from that he slid hunt throat and boobs.. Circling with gun around nipples and told so hot your boobs such a pair boobs I did not enjoy in my life.. And he slowly slid gun point in her deep oval navel... Ahhhhhh.... Ahhhhhh soft moan came... Kaali told "wow she moans that means she likes hard core wild sex" and laughing she shiver లే telling pleas leave me and my husband.. Please like she asking... And then kaali throw gun side.. And starts to suck her milky boobs...




“I have never sucked lactating boobs before,” Kaali said softly, almost wonderingly. “Not once. And now I am looking at the most beautiful pair I have ever seen. Round… heavy… already leaking.” Her gaze flicked up to Priya’s flushed, tear-streaked face. “You can barely breathe, can you? Look at you. Panting already and we have only just started.”
Priya’s chest rose and fell in short, shallow bursts. She could not pull enough air. Every inhale made her milk-wet nipples brush against Thakur’s still-moving fingers. Every exhale ended in another tiny, helpless sound.
Kaali sank gracefully to her knees directly in front of Priya, bringing her face level with the full, leaking breasts. Before she touched them she turned her head toward the cot where Raghu still lay, eyes wet with helpless rage and pain, cock painfully hard and abandoned now that Kaali had left him.
Kaali laughed—low, delighted, cruel.
“Look, Raghu. Watch carefully how we are going to empty your wife’s milk tanks tonight. Every drop. Until these beautiful breasts are soft and spent and she is begging us to stop… or begging us for more.”
Then she turned back, lifted one heavy breast in both hands, and gently pressed her thumbs on either side of the dark nipple. A fresh bead of milk welled immediately.
“Haaaa… Haa… nooooo……… Haaaaaa……”
The moan that tore from Priya was louder this time, almost a cry. Her back arched involuntarily, pushing the breast deeper into Kaali’s hands. The dual stimulation—Thakur still kneading and rolling the other breast from behind while Kaali worked the first—sent a fresh rush of wetness soaking into the thin cotton of her petticoat.
Thakur’s mouth moved to her ear again, voice rough and commanding.
“Hold your mind, saali. Aaj tumko theek se chodne wale hain. Tumhare pati ke saamne tumko nanga bana ke chodenge. Saali, tere badan mein poori garmi nikal denge. Har boond doodh, har boond pani, har moan—sab nikal denge.”.....

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Kaali laughed—low, delighted, cruel.
“Look, Raghu. Watch carefully how we are going to empty your wife’s milk tanks tonight. Every drop. Until these beautiful breasts are soft and spent and she is begging us to stop… or begging us for more.”
Then she turned back, lifted one heavy breast in both hands, and gently pressed her thumbs on either side of the dark nipple. A fresh bead of milk welled immediately.
“Haaaa… Haa… nooooo……… Haaaaaa……”
The moan that tore from Priya was louder this time, almost a cry. Her back arched involuntarily, pushing the breast deeper into Kaali’s hands. The dual stimulation—Thakur still kneading and rolling the other breast from behind while Kaali worked the first—sent a fresh rush of wetness soaking into the thin cotton of her petticoat.
Thakur’s mouth moved to her ear again, voice rough and commanding.
“Hold your mind, saali. Aaj tumko theek se chodne wale hain. Tumhare pati ke saamne tumko nanga bana ke chodenge. Saali, tere badan mein poori garmi nikal denge. Har boond doodh, har boond pani, har moan—sab nikal denge.”
Both of them laughed then, the sound rich and shared. Thakur released one breast just long enough to raise his hand; Kaali lifted hers and they slapped palms together in a casual high-five, as if they had just agreed on the evening’s entertainment. The casualness of the gesture while their hands were still wet with her milk made Priya’s stomach clench with fresh humiliation.
She squeezed her eyes shut completely.
She could not look at Raghu any longer. She could not watch Kaali’s hungry face or Thakur’s satisfied smirk. The darkness behind her closed lids only made every sensation sharper. The wet heat of Kaali’s breath against one nipple. The firm, rhythmic pressure of Thakur’s fingers on the other. The slow grind of his cock against her ass. The cool air on her exposed skin. The wet patch spreading rapidly between her thighs.
Kaali’s mouth finally closed over the first nipple.
“Ahhh—! Hnnnnhhh… ahhhhh…”
The first strong, deliberate suck drew a long, broken moan from deep in Priya’s throat. Warm milk flowed freely into Kaali’s mouth. She swallowed audibly, then sucked harder, tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive peak while her hand continued to squeeze and massage the soft flesh, encouraging more. The wet, rhythmic sounds of suckling filled the quiet room—obscene, intimate, impossible to ignore.
Thakur watched over Priya’s shoulder for a moment, then lowered his own mouth to the second breast. He latched on with equal hunger, drawing hard, the dual suction making Priya’s knees threaten to buckle. Only his strong arm locked around her waist kept her upright.
“Ahhh… ahhhh… nooo… hnnn… ahhhhhh…”
Her moans grew longer, more frequent, spilling out with every strong pull of their mouths. Milk ran down both chins. Some of it dripped onto the floor. Some of it painted shiny trails down the soft undersides of her breasts. Kaali’s free hand slid lower, palm pressing flat against Priya’s lower belly, fingers spreading just above the waistband of the petticoat, feeling the fine tremors that raced through the soft flesh.
Thakur’s hand mirrored the motion on the other side, both of them holding her steady while they drank. Every few seconds one of them would release the nipple with a soft, wet pop, only to lick the leaking tip slowly, then suckle again. Each time the nipple left a warm mouth Priya whimpered; each time it was taken back in she moaned louder.
“Listen to her,” Thakur said between long pulls, voice slightly muffled against her skin. “Already sounding like a proper slut. And we haven’t even touched her cunt yet.”
Kaali hummed in agreement, the vibration sending another spike of sensation straight through Priya’s breast. She pulled off just long enough to speak, lips shiny with milk.
“Her husband is watching every second. Look at him, Priya. Open your eyes for a moment and see how hard he is while strangers empty your milk tanks.”
Priya shook her head frantically, eyes still screwed shut, but Thakur’s hand left her breast and gently—firmly—turned her face toward the cot.
“Open them,” he ordered quietly.
She obeyed.....










Raghu’s face was wet with silent tears of rage and pain. His cock stood thick and leaking against his stomach, abandoned and untouched. His eyes were locked on the exact place where Kaali’s and Thakur’s mouths were attached to his wife’s breasts. The sight of the milk and the wet sounds seemed to hurt him physically.
Kaali smiled at him over the curve of Priya’s breast, then deliberately, slowly, pressed her tongue flat against the nipple and dragged it upward, collecting a fresh bead of milk before swallowing with an exaggerated sound of pleasure.
“Haaaaaa… ahhh… please…”
The word slipped out of Priya before she could stop it. Please what? Please stop? Please continue? Even she no longer knew. Her body was shaking harder now, fine continuous tremors that made her breasts quiver in their mouths. The petticoat between her legs was soaked through; every small shift of her thighs produced a soft, wet sound.
Thakur released her nipple with a final hard suck that made her cry out, then licked the tip clean.
“We are only getting started, saali. These tanks are still full. And after we finish the milk… then we start on the rest of you.”
Kaali nodded, already latching back onto the other breast, sucking greedily. Thakur’s hands returned to both breasts, squeezing them upward into their waiting mouths, forcing more milk to flow. The dual pressure and dual suction turned Priya’s moans into a continuous, broken stream.
“Ahhh… ahhhhh… hnnnnhhh… ahhh… nooo… ahhhhhh…”
Her head fell back against Thakur’s shoulder again. Tears streamed freely down her temples into her hair. Her hips had begun to move in tiny, involuntary circles, grinding her soaked cunt against nothing, desperate for friction she was not yet being given. Thakur felt the movement and chuckled darkly against her skin.
“Feel that, Kaali? She is already trying to fuck the air. Her body knows what it needs even if her mind is still fighting.”
Kaali only hummed again, the sound vibrating through Priya’s breast and drawing another long, shuddering moan. She shifted slightly on her knees, one hand sliding down to cup the heavy underside of the breast she was nursing while the other reached around to find Priya’s free hand. She laced their fingers together and squeezed—almost gently—before returning both hands to the work of milking.
Minutes stretched. The wet sounds of suckling and the rising volume of Priya’s moans filled the room. Milk continued to flow, slower now but still steady, each strong pull drawing fresh beads and soft, broken cries. Thakur and Kaali switched breasts several times, making sure both were thoroughly drained and thoroughly stimulated. Whenever one of them paused to speak, the other kept working, ensuring there was never a moment of relief.
“Your husband never made you leak like this, did he?” Thakur asked against her ear between long pulls. “Never made these pretty nipples give milk just from being sucked. Only we can do that for you, saali. Only we know how to empty you properly.”
“Ahhh… ahhhhh… please… hnnn…”
Priya’s voice had gone high and thin. Her eyes were still closed again, lashes wet. Her entire body shivered in continuous waves. The petticoat clung to her like a second skin, the wet cotton outlining the soft mound of her cunt and the cleft of her ass with obscene clarity. Every time Thakur’s cock ground against her from behind she pushed back the smallest bit, seeking more pressure even as her mind screamed at her to stop.
Kaali finally released the nipple with a soft, satisfied sigh, licking her lips clean. A thin string of milk still connected her lower lip to the shiny, swollen peak for a second before it broke.
“Still some left,” she observed, giving the breast a gentle final squeeze that produced one last bead. “But we can come back for the rest later. Right now I want to see the rest of her.”
Thakur nodded. His hands left Priya’s breasts only long enough to find the drawstring of her petticoat. He tugged once. The knot gave. The thin cotton began to slide down over the soft curve of her hips.
Priya’s eyes flew open again.
“No— ahhh— wait—”
The protest dissolved into another moan as the petticoat pooled at her feet. She stood completely naked now, milk still beading on her nipples, thighs shiny with her own arousal, the soft dark curls between her legs already soaked and parted slightly from the constant trembling.
Thakur’s hands returned immediately, one cupping a breast again, the other sliding down over her stomach, past the deep oval navel and the small black mole, until his fingers brushed the wet heat of her cunt.
“Ahhh—! Haaaaaa…”
The single touch against her swollen clit made her knees buckle. Only his arm around her waist kept her upright. Kaali, still on her knees, leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the soft underside of one breast, then lower, tongue tracing the faint trail of milk that had run down toward her navel.
Both of them laughed softly again when Priya’s hips jerked forward, seeking more contact.
“See?” Thakur said, voice dark with satisfaction. “She is ready. Completely ready. And her husband is still just watching.”
He turned Priya slightly so Raghu had an unobstructed view of her naked, trembling body—milk-wet breasts, shiny thighs, the glistening pink of her cunt just visible between her legs.
“Look well, Raghu,” Thakur called across the short distance. “This is what your wife looks like when she is about to be properly fucked. Milk on her tits, juice on her thighs, and not a single piece of cloth left to hide behind.”
Kaali rose to her feet, wiped a last drop of milk from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and then slowly, deliberately, licked it clean while staring straight at Raghu.
Priya’s eyes were closed once more. Her body continued to shiver. Soft, continuous moans still escaped her parted lips every time Thakur’s fingers brushed her clit or squeezed a breast. She was beyond coherent speech, beyond coherent thought. Only sensation remained—hot mouths, strong hands, the thick promise of the cock still pressed against her ass, and the helpless knowledge that her husband could do nothing but watch while two strangers finished what they had started.
Thakur’s fingers finally slipped between her folds, finding her soaked and open.
“Ahhh… ahhhhhh… hnnnnhhh…”
The moan that left her was the longest yet—high, broken, almost a sob of pure overwhelmed pleasure. Her hips pushed forward hard against his hand. Kaali’s mouth returned to one breast, sucking strongly again, drawing a fresh trickle of milk even as Thakur’s thick finger began to push slowly inside her.
The room filled once more with the wet sounds of suckling, the soft obscene noise of a finger sliding into a dripping cunt, and the rising, continuous chorus of Priya’s moans.
They were only just beginning to empty her.
And the night was still very young.....

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Thakur reached into the open bag at the foot of the cot and pulled out a compact camcorder. He set the small tripod on a low stool a few feet away, adjusted the angle carefully so that the lens framed the center of the room, and pressed record. A tiny red light blinked to life.
Raghu’s head snapped toward the camera. A long, broken sigh tore from his throat. He shook his head hard from side to side.
“No… no… don’t…”
The words came out hoarse, almost pleading. His eyes were wet again. He could not move from the cot; Kaali’s earlier weight and the sheer force of the situation still held him there. All he could do was watch the red light and know that every second of what was about to happen would be captured.
Priya’s eyes stayed tightly shut. Shame burned across her face and down her neck. She had no idea the camera was rolling; she only knew that her naked body was being displayed, that strange hands were on her, and that her husband was forced to witness it all.
Thakur and Kaali moved together.
They lifted her easily—one strong arm under her back, another under her thighs—until she was suspended between them, her feet off the floor. Then they spread her legs wide, holding her open like an offering. The cool air of the room kissed the soaked folds of her cunt. Her dark outer lips were already swollen and glistening; the inner pink was shiny with thick, clear arousal that had begun to drip down toward her ass.
Kaali stepped between the open thighs and stared openly.
“Dekho,” she said, voice thick with appreciation. “Ye saali apni chut ke paas poora saaf rakhti hai. She removes full hair near the pussy. Looking so wet… this pussy is hot. Looking so fucking hot.”...









Kaali stepped between the open thighs and stared openly.
“Dekho,” she said, voice thick with appreciation. “Ye saali apni chut ke paas poora saaf rakhti hai. She removes full hair near the pussy. Looking so wet… this pussy is hot. Looking so fucking hot.”
Priya’s face burned. Fresh tears slipped from beneath her closed lids. The words, spoken so casually while she was held open and displayed, made the shame almost unbearable. Yet her cunt clenched visibly at the crude praise, another slow bead of juice sliding from her entrance.
Kaali did not wait.
She gripped the soft insides of Priya’s thighs, leaned in, and sealed her mouth over the dripping cunt.
“Haaaa—! Ahhhhhh—”
Priya’s body jerked hard. A long, high moan ripped from her throat. Kaali’s tongue dragged slowly from the soaked entrance all the way up to the swollen clit, then circled it with deliberate pressure before sucking the sensitive bud between her lips. The wet, rhythmic sounds of suckling filled the room—obscene, loud, continuous.
Priya shook like a fish dragged from water.
Her hips tried to twist away and then pushed forward at the same time, caught between instinctive resistance and overwhelming need. Every strong suck on her clit sent violent tremors through her legs. Her toes curled. Her stomach muscles jumped. Clear juice flooded Kaali’s mouth and ran down her chin.
Thakur shifted behind her, one arm still supporting her weight, the other hand turning her face toward him. He claimed her mouth in a deep, open-lipped kiss, swallowing every broken sound she made.
“Haaaa… mmmm… hmmmmm… hmmmmm…”
The moans poured straight into his mouth. His tongue stroked against hers while Kaali’s tongue worked her cunt with equal hunger. The dual invasion—mouth on mouth, mouth on pussy—made Priya’s entire body seize and shudder. Her arms hung limp; she had no strength left to push anyone away.


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Kaali sucked harder, then pushed her tongue inside the dripping entrance, fucking her with it in short, deep strokes. The wet sounds grew louder. More juice spilled. Priya’s thighs trembled violently around Kaali’s head.
“Nooooo… nooooooo…”
The protest came out broken and high, almost a sob. Her body only shook harder. Every muscle seemed to flutter. Her cunt clenched and released around the invading tongue, trying to pull it deeper even as her mind screamed for it to stop.
Kaali finally pulled back. Her mouth and chin shone with thick, clear juices. She wiped nothing away. Instead she rose, stepped up to Priya’s face, and sealed their mouths together in a deep, claiming kiss, forcing Priya to taste herself—salty, musky, unmistakably her own arousal.
Priya’s eyes flew open for a second at the shock of it. The flavor flooded her tongue. A fresh, helpless moan vibrated against Kaali’s lips.
While their mouths stayed locked, Kaali’s hand slid back between the open thighs. Two fingers pressed against the soaked entrance and pushed in slowly, steadily, until they were buried to the knuckles.
“Nooooooo—haaaaaa—haaaa—!”
The loud, raw moan tore free the moment the fingers stretched her open. Priya’s body arched hard between the two pairs of arms holding her. Her cunt gripped the invading fingers tightly, fluttering and squeezing as Kaali began to pump them in and out with slow, deliberate strokes. Wet, filthy sounds accompanied every thrust.
Thakur broke the kiss only long enough to glance at Raghu.
“We are sorry, Raghu,” he said, voice almost conversational. “You should be seeing your wife’s cunt this close. But we are doing it far away from you. So sorry.”....











Thakur broke the kiss only long enough to glance at Raghu.
“We are sorry, Raghu,” he said, voice almost conversational. “You should be seeing your wife’s cunt this close. But we are doing it far away from you. So sorry.”
Kaali laughed against Priya’s mouth, the vibration making the woman in their arms moan again. She curled her fingers inside, searching, then pressed firmly against the sensitive front wall.
“Haaaaaa—! Ahhhhhh—nooo—”
Priya’s legs kicked weakly in the air. Her whole body shuddered as if electricity were running through her. Juice ran down Kaali’s wrist in thin streams. The camera’s red light continued to blink, capturing every tremor, every wet sound, every broken cry.
They held her like that for long minutes—Thakur supporting most of her weight and kissing her deeply whenever her moans grew too loud, Kaali fingering her with relentless precision while occasionally leaning down to suck another pulse of milk from a still-leaking nipple. Priya’s orgasm built fast and hard. Her moans climbed higher, shorter, almost continuous.
“Hnnn—ahh—ahh—ahhhh—!”
When the climax hit, her body went rigid, then convulsed violently. A fresh gush of clear fluid soaked Kaali’s hand and the floor beneath them. Her scream was muffled against Thakur’s mouth. Her cunt clamped down so hard on the two fingers that Kaali had to work to keep moving them through the strong pulses.
They did not stop.
Even as the first orgasm rolled through her, Kaali kept pumping, kept curling, kept her mouth on one breast. Thakur kept kissing her, kept murmuring filthy praise against her lips. A second, smaller climax followed almost immediately, leaving Priya limp and shaking, soft broken whimpers spilling from her throat.
Only then did they lower her.
They carried her the short distance to the cot and laid her down naked beside her husband. Her skin was flushed and shiny with sweat and milk and her own juices. Her legs remained loosely open. Her chest still rose and fell in shallow, exhausted pants. Fresh tears tracked from the corners of her closed eyes into her hair.
Raghu stared at the wet, swollen state of her cunt only inches from his own body. He could smell her arousal. He could see the faint marks of Kaali’s mouth on her inner thighs and the shiny trails of milk still drying on her breasts. His own cock ached so hard it hurt, yet the pain in his chest was worse.
Thakur and Kaali stood over the two of them for a moment, breathing a little harder themselves, eyes dark with satisfaction and unfinished hunger.
“She is ready for more,” Thakur said quietly, almost to himself. “And the camera is still recording.”
Kaali nodded, already reaching for the waistband of her own remaining clothing.
The night had only deepened.
And Priya, naked and trembling on the cot beside her helpless husband, could do nothing but wait for whatever came next....

[Tamilmathi]

Unimaginable writing ...
No words to explain these hot backto back updates

[Shabaz123]

Hot hot mind blowing...Your writing skills are simply unmatched... what a fantastic update!

[kangaani]

Will they kill the child and make her pregnant with thakur seeds.

[girrich9486]

Yes thanks. But still not finish... Still priyas bang running. Wait

[girrich9486]

Meanwhile kid crying in cradle,, she felt panic... And both laughs and told though you are kids mother how honey.. OK go and give kid milk feed and come.... She try to keep cloths on her.. But kaali stop her and told go najed only and come the same way.  


She gets off bed and waking to other room, both are watching her swaying Gaand and laughing look at your wife Raghu, she is mast hot maal. But poor Raghu can't event touch her and fuck her. And both telling your thinking you are a hero Raghu,,,, your proving that you become a loyal officer before that Bitch Nisha.. And arresting our members. And your working against a big person in society...

Look now your precious innocent wife today we will turn a nasty bitch.. Look how a conservative traditional wife make cries and moans in front of you. And we will fuck her all holes.   Inside other room Priya is feeding her kid by giving one big boobs milk... And she is hearing all words of kaali and Thaku... She frightened and excited with their words. And thinking already they fucking me and what their plan to make more.... " After feeding kid slept and she settled kid in cradle. She is slowly coming to bedroom where three of in her large bed seating and humiliating her husband Raghu... Thakur told" look. Sati Savitri coming.. And look how she looks even hotter in nude "".... Now look now we will turn her slut...




Kaali held her and make on Priya lay naked on the cot. And make her all fours..
She lifted her head just enough to look at Raghu.
“Saala,” she said, voice thick and low, milk still shining on her lips. “You are thinking you are a hero. You arrested our men along with your higher officer—that bitch Nisha. You are thinking you are some super hero.”
She gave the breast in her hand a slow, deliberate squeeze. Fresh milk welled and ran down the soft curve. Kaali leaned in and licked it clean before continuing.
“Now see how we will make your wife scream and give loud moans and make her orgasm again and again today. She will completely forget you. By the time we are finished she will not even remember your name when she comes.”
Raghu’s face twisted. Rage burned hot behind his eyes. His fists clenched so hard the veins stood out on his forearms. He wanted to lunge, to tear Kaali away from his wife’s body, but the knowledge of what they could still do—and the camera still recording from its tripod—kept him frozen. A low, furious sound scbangd out of his throat.
Priya heard every word.
Even with her eyes shut she could not block the meaning. Panic fluttered hard in her chest. Her mind raced—what would they do to her next? How many times would they make her come? How thoroughly would they use her body while her husband was forced to watch? The questions alone sent a fresh, unwanted rush of heat between her legs. Her already-swollen cunt clenched, and a slow, thick bead of wetness slipped from her entrance and trailed down toward the sheet.
She was leaking again.....













Kaali noticed. She smiled against the soft underside of Priya’s breast, then turned her head just enough to speak to Thakur without releasing the nipple completely.
“Look at her. Listening to every word and already dripping. The idea of being fucked until she forgets her husband is making her wetter.”
Thakur’s hand slid down Priya’s stomach, past the deep oval navel and the small black mole, and cupped the soaked mound of her cunt. Two fingers parted the slick folds and rubbed slowly over the still-sensitive clit.
“Haaaa… ahhhh…”
The soft moan left Priya’s lips before she could stop it. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary lift into Thakur’s hand.
Kaali laughed quietly and returned to suckling, drawing long, rhythmic pulls that made more milk flow. Between swallows she kept talking, voice muffled against the soft flesh but still clear enough for both Raghu and Priya to hear.
“Your big hero husband arrested our people. He thought he was untouchable. Tonight we touch everything that belongs to him. We drink from these milk tanks. We finger this tight cunt until it squirts. We stretch her open on both our cocks. And every time she comes she will know it is because of us—not him.”
Raghu’s breathing had gone harsh. The pain in his chest mixed with the helpless throb of his own neglected cock. He could smell his wife’s fresh arousal. He could see the way her thighs trembled each time Thakur’s fingers circled her clit....










Raghu’s breathing had gone harsh. The pain in his chest mixed with the helpless throb of his own neglected cock. He could smell his wife’s fresh arousal. He could see the way her thighs trembled each time Thakur’s fingers circled her clit.
Priya’s thoughts spun in chaotic circles.
They are going to fuck me. Both of them. In front of him. They are going to make me scream until I forget his face. The words should have filled her only with terror. Instead a dark, shameful excitement pulsed through her core, making her cunt flutter around nothing and release another warm trickle of juice onto Thakur’s waiting fingers.
Thakur felt it and gave a low sound of approval.
“She is soaking my hand just from listening. Tell her more, Kaali. Tell her exactly how we are going to ruin her for him.”
Kaali released the nipple with a soft, wet pop and moved to the other breast, latching on hard. Priya’s back arched. A longer moan spilled out.
“Ahhh… hnnn…”
Kaali spoke around the mouthful of soft flesh.
“First we are going to keep her on this bed right beside you, Raghu. I will sit on her face so she has to eat my cunt while Thakur fucks her. Every time she comes on his cock I will grind down harder so her screams are muffled against me. Then we will switch. He will hold her legs open while I ride her mouth and finger her until she squirts again. After that we will put her on her hands and knees between us—one cock in her cunt, one in her mouth—so she is full at both ends while you watch. And if she still remembers your name after that… we will start over.”
Priya’s eyes flew open for a second. Panic and raw arousal collided so hard her vision blurred. Her cunt clenched visibly around Thakur’s fingers. A fresh gush of wetness coated his hand.
“Haaaaaa—nooo—”
The protest was weak, almost a plea, and it ended in another broken moan when Thakur pushed two fingers deep inside her and curled them against the sensitive front wall.
Raghu made a low, animal sound of pure rage. His body tensed as if he might finally rise, but Kaali only glanced at him over the curve of Priya’s breast and smiled, milk still glistening on her lips.
“Stay down, hero. Watch. This is what happens when you play with people you should not have touched. Your wife’s body is ours tonight. Her milk. Her cunt. Her moans. Her orgasms. All of it.”
Thakur’s fingers began to thrust slowly, wetly, in and out of Priya’s dripping entrance. The soft, filthy sound of it filled the space between Kaali’s words. Priya’s hips moved helplessly with the rhythm, chasing the pressure even as fresh tears slipped down her temples.
She was already close again.
The combination of Kaali’s cruel promises, the steady suckling at her breast, and Thakur’s skilled fingers was building another climax fast and hard. Her breathing turned short and sharp. Soft, continuous moans spilled from her open mouth.
“Ahh… ahhh… hnnn… ahhhh…”
Kaali lifted her head once more, strings of milk still connecting her lips to the shiny nipple....








“Ahh… ahhh… hnnn… ahhhh…”
Kaali lifted her head once more, strings of milk still connecting her lips to the shiny nipple.
“Listen to her, Raghu. She is already starting to forget you. Those are not the sounds of a woman thinking about her husband. Those are the sounds of a woman who knows she is about to be fucked until she cannot think at all.”
She leaned down and claimed Priya’s mouth in a deep, milk-flavored kiss, swallowing the next moan while Thakur’s fingers worked faster. Priya’s body began to shake harder. Her cunt tightened around the invading fingers. Her free hand clutched at the sheet beside Raghu’s arm, not quite touching him.
The orgasm hit with a sharp, high cry that Kaali drank straight from her lips. Clear fluid pulsed around Thakur’s fingers and soaked the sheet beneath her. Her thighs clamped around his hand. Her back arched clear off the cot for a long, trembling second before she collapsed again, gasping and shivering.
Kaali broke the kiss and looked straight at Raghu, eyes dark with satisfaction.
“That was only the first one while she was listening to what we are going to do to her. Imagine how many more she will give us once we actually start fucking her properly.”
Thakur slowly withdrew his glistening fingers and held them up so Raghu could see how wet they were. Then he brought them to Priya’s own lips.
“Clean them,” he said quietly.
Priya’s tongue slipped out almost automatically, tasting herself again—salty, musky, unmistakable. Soft, broken whimpers left her throat as she licked.
Raghu’s eyes were locked on the sight. Rage and helpless arousal warred so violently across his face that a single tear of pure frustration slid down his cheek.
Kaali settled back against Priya’s side, one hand still lazily stroking a milk-wet breast, and smiled at the two of them.
“The night is still long, hero. And your wife is only just beginning to forget you.”
Priya’s eyes stayed closed. Her body continued to tremble. Fresh wetness already gathered between her thighs again, betraying every frightened, excited thought that raced through her mind about what they would do next....







Kaali kept one breast in her mouth, sucking hard enough that milk spilled from the corners of her lips, while Thakur’s two thick fingers pumped steadily in and out of Priya’s soaked cunt. The wet, filthy sound of it filled the room.
Then Thakur shifted.
He gripped Priya’s hips and turned her whole body on the cot so that she lay on her side, facing her husband directly. Her flushed, tear-streaked face was only inches from Raghu’s. Their eyes locked. She could not look away. Every expression—shame, panic, helpless pleasure—was right there for him to see.
“Look at him,” Thakur ordered, voice low and rough against her ear. “Keep your eyes open. Let your hero husband watch every second of what we do to you.”
Priya’s lips parted. A broken, high moan already trembled in her throat.
“Haaaaaa… ahhhhh…”
Kaali released the nipple with a wet pop and moved closer, one hand still squeezing the heavy breast so that fresh milk beaded and ran. She looked straight into Raghu’s furious, wet eyes and smiled.
“Watch her face, saala. Watch how she looks when strangers make her come.”
Thakur’s fingers curled hard against the sensitive front wall of Priya’s cunt and rubbed in tight, relentless circles.
Priya’s body jerked violently.
“AHHHHH—! NOOOO—HAAAAAA—”
The scream tore out of her, raw and loud. Her hips bucked hard against Thakur’s hand. Her thighs clamped and released in rapid, helpless spasms. A visible full-body shiver raced from her toes all the way up her spine, making her milk-wet breasts shake and her stomach muscles flutter. Shame burned across her face in a deep, scalding flush. Tears spilled freely down her temples as she stared into her husband’s eyes, unable to hide a single reaction.
Raghu’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle jumped in his cheek. He could see everything—the way her eyes went glassy, the way her mouth fell open in a continuous stream of broken sounds, the way her entire body trembled like a live wire.
Kaali leaned in and licked a slow path up the side of Priya’s throat, tasting the salt of her tears and sweat.
“Listen to those loud moans, hero. Those are not the sounds of a loyal wife. Those are the sounds of a woman who is already starting to forget whose cock is supposed to make her feel this way.”
Thakur added a third finger, stretching her open wider. The wet sound grew louder, obscener.
“HNNNNN—AHHHH—AHHHH—FUCK—HAAAAAA—”
Priya’s back arched hard. Her free hand shot out and clutched at the sheet between her and Raghu, fingers almost brushing his arm but never quite touching. Another violent shiver racked her frame. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around the invading fingers, gushing fresh juice that soaked Thakur’s hand and the sheet beneath her. The shame of it—of coming so hard while staring into her husband’s eyes—made the orgasm hit even harder.
“AHHHHHHH—!”...







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“AHHHHHHH—!”
The cry was almost a scream. Her whole body jerked and convulsed. Clear fluid pulsed out around Thakur’s fingers in visible spurts. Her legs kicked weakly. Her eyes stayed locked on Raghu’s the entire time, wide and wet and full of pure, humiliating pleasure.
Kaali laughed softly against her neck.
“Good girl. Loud for him. Shake for him. Let him see exactly how wet and desperate his wife gets when real men take her.”
Thakur did not stop.
Even while the aftershocks still trembled through her, he kept thrusting his fingers deep, curling, rubbing, forcing the sensitivity higher. Priya’s moans climbed into a continuous, broken stream—high, desperate, almost continuous.
“Haaa—ahhh—ahhh—nooo—ahhhhh—please—”
Every “please” ended in another moan. Every attempt to close her eyes was stopped by Thakur’s free hand turning her face back toward Raghu.
“Eyes open. He paid for this show with his own arrogance. Let him see.”
Kaali shifted lower, taking the other breast into her mouth again and sucking hard. At the same time she reached down and spread Priya’s outer lips with two fingers so Raghu could see exactly how shiny and swollen and open his wife’s cunt had become.
“Look how she drips for us,” Kaali murmured around the nipple. “Look how this pretty shaved pussy is already ruined for your cock.”
Priya’s face burned crimson. Another full-body shiver rolled through her. Her hips kept moving in tiny, involuntary circles, chasing Thakur’s fingers even as fresh tears of shame spilled down her cheeks.
Thakur leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear while his fingers worked her without mercy.
“We are going to fuck you next. Right here. Face to face with your husband so he can watch every expression you make when a real cock stretches this tight cunt. You are going to moan so loud the whole building will hear. And every time you come you will look him in the eyes and know you are forgetting him a little more.”
“HAAAAAA—AHHHHH—”
The words alone pushed her over again. Her body jerked hard, thighs shaking violently, a fresh gush of wetness flooding Thakur’s hand. The moan that ripped from her throat was so loud it cracked at the end. Her eyes stayed wide open on Raghu’s face the entire time—shame, panic, and raw, helpless ecstasy written across every feature.
Raghu’s own breathing had gone ragged. His cock strained painfully against the cloth of his lungi, but the rage and pain in his chest were worse. He could not look away. He could not stop watching the way his wife’s face transformed with every thrust of another man’s fingers.
Kaali released the breast and kissed Priya’s open, moaning mouth, tasting the salt of her tears and the leftover milk on her lips.
“That’s it,” she whispered against her mouth. “Louder. Shake harder. Let him see how completely we own this body tonight.”
Thakur’s fingers slowed only long enough to smear Priya’s own juices up over her clit and rub in tight, merciless circles.
“AHHHHH—HNNNNN—AHHHH—NOOOO—”
Priya’s entire body convulsed. Another orgasm crashed through her so hard her vision whited out for a second. Her free hand finally clutched at Raghu’s wrist, not in appeal but in pure overwhelmed reflex, nails digging in as she shook and moaned and came undone right in front of him.
When the peak finally began to ease, she collapsed against the cot, still facing him, still trembling in continuous fine shivers. Soft, broken whimpers kept spilling from her lips. Her cunt continued to pulse and leak around Thakur’s still-buried fingers. Shame painted her face a deep, permanent red.
Kaali stroked her sweat-damp hair back from her forehead with almost gentle fingers.
“Beautiful,” she said softly. “So loud. So wet. So perfectly ashamed. And we have not even put a cock in her yet.”...

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“Beautiful,” she said softly. “So loud. So wet. So perfectly ashamed. And we have not even put a cock in her yet.”
Thakur slowly withdrew his glistening fingers and held them up between the two of them so both husband and wife could see the thick, clear strands of her arousal stretching between his fingers.
“She is ready,” he said. “And she is going to look right at you the entire time we fuck her.”
Priya’s eyes fluttered, still locked on Raghu’s. Another helpless shiver ran through her. Fresh wetness already gathered between her thighs again.
The teasing had only made her worse.
And they were just getting started.



Priya was forced onto her hands and knees on the cot.
Thakur and Kaali positioned her carefully so that her face was turned directly toward Raghu, only a foot of space between them. Her tear-streaked cheeks, wide eyes, and open mouth were right there for her husband to see. Every flicker of expression—shame, panic, unwanted need—would be impossible to hide.
“Please…” Priya’s voice cracked. “Not here… please let me take anywhere else. I can’t… not in front of my husband. Please… do anything to me but in the other room… please…”
Her arms trembled under her weight. Fresh tears slipped down her nose and dropped onto the sheet between her and Raghu. Her full breasts hung heavy beneath her, still beaded with milk. The soft, shaved mound of her cunt was already shiny and open, a thin string of arousal dripping toward the cot.
Thakur moved behind her, one large hand settling on the small of her back, holding her in place. Kaali knelt on the other side, already naked, the thick 9-inch length of her cock standing rigid and flushed, the broad head resting just against the soaked entrance of Priya’s cunt.
Thakur shook his head slowly, almost gently.
“No. No. No. Hero must look at his heroine housewife and see exactly how she will scream under two cocks. Your husband thought he was a super hero. He fought against a big man in society. He showed his attitude along with his five team members. So we selected Raghu first… next one by one.”
He stepped around to Priya’s face, freeing his own cock—9½ thick, heavy inches, the vein along the underside already pulsing. He rested the heavy head against her soft lower lip, smearing a bead of precum across it.
“Open,” he said quietly. “And keep your eyes on him the whole time.”
Priya’s lips parted on a broken sob.
“Please… ahhhh… not here…”
Kaali pressed forward just enough for the thick head of her cock to stretch the outer lips of Priya’s cunt. The pressure alone made Priya’s arms buckle for a second.
“Haaaaaa—”
The moan tore out of her, high and startled. Her eyes stayed locked on Raghu’s face even as her body shivered hard.
Thakur did not wait.

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Thakur did not wait.
He pushed the first thick inch of his cock past her lips and into the wet heat of her mouth. Priya gagged softly around the sudden stretch. Her tongue was forced down. The salty taste of him flooded her senses.
“Hnnn—mmmphh—”
Kaali chose that exact moment to thrust.
The 9-inch cock sank into Priya’s dripping cunt in one long, steady stroke, stretching her open until the heavy balls pressed against her clit. The dual invasion—mouth and cunt filled at the same time—ripped a muffled, desperate scream from her throat.
“MMMMMHHHH—AHHHHH—”
Her whole body jerked. A violent full-body shiver raced down her spine. Her knees slipped wider on the cot. Fresh tears poured down her face as she stared into her husband’s eyes, the shame of being taken so completely right in front of him burning hotter than the stretch itself.
Thakur and Kaali began to move together.
They set a slow, deep rhythm at first—Thakur feeding more of his thick cock into her mouth with every thrust, Kaali pulling almost all the way out of her cunt before slamming back in to the root. The wet, filthy sounds of both ends being fucked filled the room: the soft, choked gagging around Thakur’s cock and the loud, obscene squelch of Kaali’s length driving into soaked flesh.
“Hnnn—ahh—mmmphh—ahhhhh—”
Priya’s moans were continuous now, broken only when Thakur pushed deeper and cut off her air for a second. Each time he pulled back she gasped and cried out louder, the sounds raw and helpless.
Kaali leaned over her back, one hand reaching under to squeeze a hanging breast, milking another thin stream of white while she fucked her in long, punishing strokes.
“Listen to her, hero,” Kaali said, voice tight with pleasure. “These loud moans are for us. This tight cunt is gripping my cock like it never wants your cock again.”
Priya’s arms shook harder. Another orgasm was already building, forced by the relentless dual stimulation and the unbearable shame of looking into Raghu’s eyes while it happened.
Thakur pulled his cock free of her mouth for a moment, letting a thick string of saliva and precum connect her lower lip to the shiny head.
“Tell him,” he ordered. “Tell your husband how it feels.”
“I—ahhhhh—can’t—please—HAAAAAA—”
Kaali slammed in especially deep and held there, grinding against her cervix. The pressure tipped Priya over the edge.
Her body convulsed.
“AHHHHHHH—NOOOOO—AHHHHH—”
The scream was raw and long. Her cunt clamped down hard around Kaali’s thick cock, pulsing and fluttering in strong waves. Clear fluid gushed out around the stretching shaft and soaked the cot beneath her. Her arms gave out completely; she collapsed onto her elbows, face still turned toward Raghu, mouth open in a continuous stream of broken cries while the orgasm ripped through her.
They did not stop.







Her body convulsed.
“AHHHHHHH—NOOOOO—AHHHHH—”
The scream was raw and long. Her cunt clamped down hard around Kaali’s thick cock, pulsing and fluttering in strong waves. Clear fluid gushed out around the stretching shaft and soaked the cot beneath her. Her arms gave out completely; she collapsed onto her elbows, face still turned toward Raghu, mouth open in a continuous stream of broken cries while the orgasm ripped through her.
They did not stop.
Thakur pushed back into her open, moaning mouth the moment the peak began to ease, fucking her throat in shorter, deeper strokes. Kaali resumed thrusting, faster now, using the fresh wetness to drive into her even harder. The dual rhythm made Priya’s body rock between them—forward onto Thakur’s cock, backward onto Kaali’s—over and over.
“Hnnn—mmmphh—ahhh—ahhh—HAAAAAA—”
Every thrust forced another loud, muffled moan out of her. Her breasts swung heavily beneath her, milk still beading and dripping onto the sheet. Her thighs trembled continuously. Shame painted her face a deep, permanent red as she kept her eyes on Raghu’s, unable to look away even when the next orgasm started building almost immediately.
Kaali reached under again and found her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles while she fucked her.
“Come again,” she ordered. “Louder this time. Let him hear exactly how good two cocks feel inside his wife.”
Priya’s answer was a high, continuous cry that rose in pitch with every thrust.
“AHHH—AHHH—AHHHHH—I CAN’T—HAAAAAA—”
The second orgasm hit harder than the first. Her whole body jerked and seized. Her cunt locked down so tightly around Kaali’s cock that the other woman groaned with the pressure. Fresh fluid sprayed out in visible pulses. Priya’s scream was so loud it cracked at the end, the sound pure, helpless pleasure mixed with pure humiliation.
Thakur pulled free of her mouth again, letting her gasp and sob while strings of saliva hung from her lips.
“Look at him while you come,” he said, voice dark with satisfaction. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
Priya’s tear-filled gaze stayed locked on Raghu’s face even as her body continued to shake through the aftershocks. Another violent shiver rolled through her. Soft, broken whimpers kept spilling from her open mouth.
“Please… ahhhh… enough… I can’t…”
Kaali only laughed and began thrusting again, slower this time, deep and deliberate, making sure every inch dragged against the sensitive walls of Priya’s still-fluttering cunt.
“We are nowhere near finished, saali. Your husband needs to see how many times we can make you scream before your voice gives out.”
Thakur guided his cock back between her parted lips, pushing deep until her nose pressed against his abdomen. He held there for a long second, feeling her throat work around him, then began fucking her mouth in earnest while Kaali matched the rhythm from behind.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of both ends being used filled the room—choked gagging, loud squelching, the soft slap of skin on skin. Priya’s continuous moans vibrated around Thakur’s cock and spilled out whenever he pulled back far enough to let her breathe.
“Hnnn—ahh—mmmphh—AHHHHH—”
A third orgasm built fast under the relentless dual assault. Kaali’s fingers stayed on her clit, rubbing without mercy. Thakur’s free hand tangled in her hair, holding her face exactly where he wanted it—turned toward her husband so every expression of overwhelmed pleasure was visible.
When the climax crashed through her, Priya’s body went rigid, then convulsed hard. Her muffled scream was long and desperate. Her cunt milked Kaali’s cock in strong, rhythmic pulses. Fresh tears streamed down her face as she stared into Raghu’s eyes through the entire peak, the shame of it making the pleasure sharper, almost unbearable.
They kept going.
They switched positions without ever fully leaving her body—Kaali pulling out only long enough to let Thakur take her cunt while she fed her own cock into Priya’s gasping mouth, then switching back again. Each time a new cock stretched her open, Priya moaned louder. Each time she came, the cries grew more broken, more helpless.
By the fifth orgasm her arms had no strength left. She stayed on her elbows and knees only because Thakur’s hand in her hair and Kaali’s grip on her hips kept her there. Her face remained turned toward Raghu the entire time—flushed, wet with tears and saliva, mouth open in a continuous stream of raw, loud moans.
“AHHH—AHHH—HAAAAAA—PLEASE—I CAN’T ANYMORE—”
Kaali leaned over her back, still buried to the root, and spoke directly into her ear while staring at Raghu.
“You can. And you will. Your hero husband is going to watch every single one. He is going to see exactly how completely we can make his wife forget him.”
Thakur’s cock pushed back into her open, moaning mouth.
The dual fucking continued—deep, relentless, perfectly timed. Priya’s body jerked and shivered with every thrust. Fresh wetness kept flooding around whichever cock was inside her cunt. Her moans never stopped; they only grew louder, higher, more desperate as another orgasm began to coil tight in her core.
When it finally broke, the scream that tore from her throat was the loudest yet—raw, cracking, full of pure overwhelmed sensation and pure, burning shame. Her whole body seized and shook. Her eyes stayed locked on her husband’s face the entire time, letting him see every second of how thoroughly she was being taken apart.
They still did not stop.
The night was far from over.
And Priya, on her hands and knees with her face only a foot from her husband’s, could only moan and cry and come again and again while two thick cocks used both ends of her body and forced her to look him in the eyes through every single second of it.....


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Both laughs.. Look at Raghu your wife enjoys much... She needed hardcore fuck... Look you just help to arrest our men,, so that's why you and your wife we took revenge. One imagine if Nisha caught us what's her situation.... ".....

[Shabaz123]

Hot hot excellent mind blowing update

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Both laughs.. Look at Raghu your wife enjoys much... She needed hardcore fuck... Look you just help to arrest our men,, so that's why you and your wife we took revenge. One imagine if Nisha caught us what's her situation.... ".....

What will Raghu do?
Will he warn Nisha about danger and his humiliation and his wife tragedy or simply keep silence?
Raghu must have knowledge that his life was saved by Nisha by arranging timely treatment on her own expense .

[Chinni9]

Fantastic superb update

[girrich9486]

Hot hot excellent mind blowing update

Thankyou

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What will Raghu do?
Will he warn Nisha about danger and his humiliation and his wife tragedy or simply keep silence?
Raghu must have knowledge that his life was saved by Nisha by arranging timely treatment on her own expense .

Yes he will try but unable .. Thankyou

[girrich9486]

Fantastic   superb  update

Thankyou so much bro

[girrich9486]

Unimaginable writing ...
No words to explain these hot backto back updates

Thankyou so much broo...

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Will they kill the child and make her pregnant with thakur seeds.

No... No... But thankyou for support