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Chacha’s response was immediate. He intensified his movements, his tongue focusing on her clit, flicking and circling it with practiced precision. His hands tightened on her thighs, pulling her even closer as he worked over her sensitive spots, alternating between firm licks and gentle sucking that sent waves of pleasure through her body. He relished every moan, every tremor that coursed through her as she arched her back, her breaths coming faster with each flick of his tongue.




Meanwhile, Javed stood to the side, watching with satisfaction as Chacha devoured her. His cock still hard, he moved closer, positioning himself beside her head. Ganga turned her gaze to him, a look of desire and mischief in her eyes as she reached for him, her hand wrapping around his shaft and guiding it toward her mouth. She opened her mouth, welcoming him in. She took him eagerly, licking every trace of her own cum from Javed’s cock. She wrapped her lips around him, her eyes locked on his as she began to suck him deep, her tongue tracing from the base to the head of his cock, savoring every inch.

After licking him clean, Ganga let her head dip lower, her tongue trailing down to Javed’s balls. She kissed and licked his sack, her mouth moving over him with teasing affection. Javed moaned, a shudder of pleasure rippling through him.

Javed (groaning, his voice thick with ecstasy): "Ahhh… meri randi, maar dalegi kya?" [Ahhh… my slut, are you trying to kill me?]

Hearing his pleasure, Ganga playfully took his right testicle into her mouth, sucking on it gently. Javed’s moans grew louder, his voice thick with tension.

Javed (strained, almost begging): "Sali randi… aisa mat chuso, nikal jayegi!" [You damned slut… don’t suck like that, or I’ll come!]

Realizing he was close to the edge, Ganga grinned mischievously. She gave his testicle a playful bite, pushing him even closer. Javed cried out in pleasure, his voice rough with the intensity.

Javed (exclaiming, voice breaking): "Behan chod… mujhse aur nahi ho payega!" [Sisterfucker… I can’t take it anymore!]

Gripping her hair tightly, Javed held her head in place, thrusting his cock into her mouth with an urgency that left no room for gentleness. He pushed her head down, his cock sliding deep into her throat, filling her mouth as he took control, his hands guiding her rhythm. After a few forceful strokes, he came with a powerful thrust, spilling into her mouth.

Srinu watched, his gut twisting as he saw Ganga’s eyes widen, her cheeks bulging slightly as she took in Javed’s cum. He could see it in her expression—she had no hesitation, no reluctance. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Srinu knew, with grim certainty, what she would do next.

Srinu (thinking bitterly, his mind dark): That whore is definitely going to swallow his cum. She’s not stopping. She wants every last drop.

And just as he predicted, Ganga did exactly that. Without a second thought, she swallowed Javed’s cum, letting it slide down her throat in one swift motion, her face serene, utterly satisfied.

Srinu (his fists clenched, his eyes burning with a cold fury): This ends with all of them paying the price. I’ll make sure of it.

Srinu’s gaze remained fixed on the screen, his heart pounding furiously as he watched Javed, utterly spent, collapse onto the mattress. His eyes closed, breathing heavily, basking in the pleasure he’d just experienced. Chacha noticed Javed’s collapse and, lifting his head from between Ganga’s thighs where he’d been devouring her, grinned mockingly.

Chacha (mockingly): "Kya re, Javed? Tere six packs mein itna hi dam tha kya?" [What, Javed? Is that all the strength your six-pack has?]

Javed (smirking, without opening his eyes): "Madarchod, chup kar. Is randi ke chusne ke samne koi nahin tik sakta." [Motherfucker, shut up. No one can stand a chance against this slut’s sucking.]

Chacha chuckled, clearly entertained and more than ready to prove his own prowess.

Chacha (smirking, moving into a cross-legged position): "Chup kar be, chutiye. Ab dekh mere family pack mein kitna dam hai!" [Shut up, idiot. Now watch how much power my family pack has!]

With that, Chacha scooted back slightly into a cross-legged position and grabbed Ganga by the waist, pulling her onto his lap. The suddenness of his move made Ganga gasp, momentarily startled, but she quickly caught on, wrapping her legs around his belly, her feet hooking behind his back as she positioned herself on top of him. Chacha, hard and ready, guided her down, sliding himself into her, his grip firm on her waist.

Ganga responded by leaning forward, meeting Chacha’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips locked, tongues entwining as Chacha began to lift her hips, urging her to bounce up and down on his cock. Ganga seemed to understand instinctively what he wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck, shifted her weight slightly onto his shoulders, and began to ride him, her moans filling the room as she kissed him fervently.



As they moved together, Chacha could feel her tightening around him, as though her body were trying to draw everything from him.

Chacha (breathless, pulling back from the kiss, a grin spreading across his face): "Madarchod randi, thook meri munh mein!" [Motherfucking slut, spit in my mouth!]

Srinu’s eyes narrowed as he watched Ganga’s puzzled expression quickly transform into a naughty smile. She nodded, seeming to find pleasure in the demand.



Chacha opened his mouth wide, waiting, and Ganga gathered saliva in her mouth, then leaned forward and spat into his open mouth without hesitation. Chacha savored her spit, letting his tongue play with it before swallowing it down with relish.

Chacha (opening his mouth again, eager for more): More… give me more.

But Ganga, mischief dancing in her eyes, decided to tease him. Instead of spitting directly, she let her saliva pool on her lower lip, letting it drip slowly like honey. Chacha, driven by his desire, leaned in, trying to catch the slow, tantalizing drip. Just as he was about to reach it, Ganga slurped it back, denying him.

Chacha (frustrated, voice thick with longing): "Madarchod randi, kyu tadpa rahi hai? Thook na mere munh mein!" [Motherfucking slut, why are you teasing me? Spit in my mouth already!]

Ganga, with a playful defiance, shook her head, her face alight with mischief.



Chacha (groaning, exasperated but pleading): "Kya ho gaya tumhen? Kyon nahin thook rahi hai mere muh mein?" [What’s gotten into you? Why won’t you spit in my mouth?]

Ganga simply looked back at him, her gaze intense, a glint in her eye as she enjoyed the power she held over him.



Chacha (sighing, surrendering): "Kya chahiye tumhen? Kya main bheekh maangu tumhare thook ke liye?" [What do you want? Should I beg for your spit?]

Ganga’s grin widened, and she nodded, her eyes filled with amusement.



Chacha (leaning forward, his voice low, almost reverent): "Madam, please… let me drink your spit. Please open your mouth and bless me with your spit."

Finally, appeased, Ganga slowly opened her mouth again, letting her spit drip down once more. This time, Chacha didn’t miss his chance. He leaned forward quickly, capturing her lips, drinking in her saliva as though it were the finest liquor. Their mouths met again in a deep, consuming kiss, both of them lost in the passion as they tasted each other, bodies pressed close, desire thickening the air around them.



Srinu watched as Ganga, caught up in her passion, rode Chacha’s cock with an intensity he hadn’t seen before. Her movements grew wild, her body responding in ways that seemed beyond her control. She broke away from Chacha’s lips, her mouth trailing across his face, biting and licking down his neck, leaving marks along his dirty skin. When she reached his shoulder, she bit down hard, catching him off guard.



Chacha (half-groaning, half-laughing, feeling the sting of her bite): "Sali bhi, aisa mat kato! Mera nikal jaega!" [Damn slut, don’t bite me like that! You’ll make me cum!]

Javed, hearing Chacha’s pained exclamation, couldn’t help but smirk.

Javed (chuckling, satisfied): "Kya bola tha, Chacha? Maine kaha tha na, koi is randi ke samne tik nahin payega!" [What did I tell you, Chacha? I told you, no one can last in front of this slut!]

Chacha (breathless, nodding in agreement): "Haan, Javed, tu sach bol raha tha. Iss randi ke saamne koi nahin tik sakta. Kisko batata ki ye itni badi randi niklegi!" [Yeah, Javed, you were right. No one can handle this slut. Who would’ve guessed she’d turn out to be such a big whore?]

With a firm grip, Chacha pulled Ganga close, laying her down on the mattress to regain control over her wild movements. He pinned her hands above her head, locking her wrists tightly in his grip. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, her body laid out before him. Her breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath, her mangalsutra resting against her chest, drawing his attention to her soft, bouncy breasts. His gaze traveled down her creamy belly, her flesh looking tender and inviting, and his eyes lingered on her fleshy arms, smooth and adjacent to her face. Finally, his eyes moved to her baby armpits, smooth and soft, with little folds that only heightened her allure.



Chacha (awed, his voice soft but filled with admiration): "Yeh insaan ka shareer toh nahin ho sakta… tu toh asman se aayi koi pari hai." [This can’t be a human body… you must be an angel from heaven.]

Ganga’s lips curved into a shy smile, her eyes glinting with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure at his words.

Chacha (continuing, his gaze never leaving her face): "Hum jaise log toh apne aap ko khush-naseeb samajhte hain ki tujhe dekh pa rahe hain, kya baat karein, tujhe chhune ko mil raha hai. Mujhe toh vishwas hi nahin hota ke khud bhagwan ne mujhe yeh mauka diya hai tujhe chodne ka. Khuda ko khud apni chaddi mein nikal jayega agar wo tujhe dekhe, madam." [People like us consider ourselves lucky just to see you, let alone touch you. I can’t believe that God himself gave me the chance to fuck you. Even God would cum in his pants if he saw you, madam.]

Hearing his words, Ganga couldn’t hold back a giggle, her cheeks flushing as she laughed, both amused and aroused by his unrestrained admiration.

Chacha’s hand slid down her body, his fingers finding their way to her wet, inviting pussy. With two fingers, he began to finger her, his movements firm, each thrust making her moan louder. Her pussy was so wet that slurping sounds filled the room as his fingers went in and out, confirming just how aroused she was. Ganga’s body reacted instinctively, her hands clawing at the mattress, her loud moans escaping her lips as she squirmed under his touch.