13-08-2025, 03:33 PM
The rest of the day passed with a strange mix of anticipation and normalcy. Priti and I went about our evening routine—cooking dinner, watching some TV, and casually chatting about work. But the air was thick with unspoken thoughts. Every time our eyes met, I could tell she was thinking about what had happened and what might come next. Her blush from earlier lingered in my mind, and I knew she was just as caught up in the thrill as I was.
That night, as we lay in bed, I couldn’t resist bringing it up. I slid my hand under her nightie, grazing her thigh, and whispered, “So, you’re ready for him to come back, huh?”
Priti swatted my hand playfully, but her voice had that familiar teasing edge. “Shut up, Rudra. You’re the one who practically invited him.”
I chuckled, pulling her closer. “Oh, come on, you were blushing like a teenager when I told him to come back day after tomorrow. Don’t act like you’re not excited.”
She buried her face in the pillow, muffling a laugh. “You’re impossible. What if he actually brings his friends again? You saw how that Ravi guy was. He didn’t even care you were coming home.”
The mention of Ravi sent a jolt through me. The way he’d stormed in, so bold and unapologetic, had been intense. “Yeah, he’s a wild one. You think you could handle him?” I teased, my hand wandering up to her chest, gently kneading her breast.
Priti moaned softly, then pushed my hand away. “Stop it, Rudra. You’re getting me all worked up, and I need to sleep. I’ve got a big meeting tomorrow.”
I grinned, knowing I’d planted the seed. “Fine, fine. But you know you’re thinking about it. That thick cock of his… you loved it, didn’t you?”
She didn’t answer, just turned over with a huff, but I could see the faintest smile on her lips as she drifted off. My mind, of course, was racing. The delivery guy—whose name we still didn’t know—was coming back, and I was already imagining how it would play out. Would he bring Ravi again? Or someone else? And what about Siddu? The thought of him working his charm on Nidhi was another layer of excitement. I wanted to see how far this could go.
The next day was a blur of work and routine, but by evening, Priti’s phone started buzzing with notifications. I was in the living room, scrolling through my phone, when she walked in, holding her phone with a mischievous look. “Guess who’s back to his old tricks?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Siddu?”
She nodded, plopping down next to me and showing me the screen. There was a new message from him, along with another dick pic—his cock hard and glistening, probably fresh from a shower. The caption read: *“Missing that sweet milk already. When can I get a taste?”*
I laughed, shaking my head. “This guy doesn’t quit. What’s he saying about Nidhi?”
Priti scrolled up, showing me their earlier conversation.
**Siddu:** *Hey, I pinged your sister-in-law like you said. She’s… interesting. Responded to my story with a fire emoji. Think she’s into me? ?*
**Priti:** *Lol, maybe. She’s not as uptight as she seems. Keep trying, playboy.*
**Siddu:** *Oh, I’m on it. But you owe me a reward for this. I want both cows in my barn. ?*
**Priti:** *Dream on. Get her first, then we’ll talk.*
Priti looked at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “He’s really going for it, Rudra. You think Nidhi will bite?”
I leaned back, my mind already painting vivid pictures. “If she’s sending fire emojis, she’s already curious. And if she’s anything like you, she’ll be putty in his hands once he turns on the charm.”
Priti smirked, nudging me. “You’re such a pervert. You really want to see your sister get fucked, don’t you?”
I didn’t deny it. “Hey, you’re the one who said it’d be hot to get milked together. I’m just following your lead.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, she typed out a quick reply to Siddu: *“Keep me posted, milkman. Don’t mess this up.”*
The next morning, the day the delivery guy was supposed to return, I woke up with a raging hard-on. Priti was already up, sipping coffee in the kitchen, wearing a simple kurti and leggings. She looked calm, but I could tell she was on edge. The anticipation was killing us both.
“So,” I said, grabbing a mug and sitting across from her, “you picking out another saree for today?”
She shot me a look. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”
“Nope,” I grinned. “Come on, you know you want to look hot for him. That black netted saree was a killer. What’s the plan today? Gonna let him rip another blouse?”
Priti blushed, stirring her coffee. “I don’t know, Rudra. It’s… it’s a lot. Yesterday was intense. And those other guys showing up? What if they come back?”
I leaned forward, my voice low. “That’s what makes it hot, isn’t it? The risk? The idea that you’re being a little slutty, letting random guys have their way with you while I watch?”
Her breath hitched, and I knew I’d hit the right nerve. “You’re crazy,” she whispered, but her eyes were gleaming. “What if they get too rough? Or if they don’t stop?”
“Then we stop it,” I said firmly. “You call the shots, Priti. If it feels off, you say no, and I’ll step in. But if you’re into it… let’s see how far you can go.”
She didn’t respond right away, but the way she bit her lip told me she was already imagining it. “Fine,” she said finally. “But I’m not wearing a saree today. Too much hassle. I’ll wear something… easier.”
My cock twitched at the thought. “Oh? Like what?”
She smirked, standing up and heading to the bedroom. “You’ll see.”
An hour later, she emerged wearing a tight, sleeveless red top that hugged her curves and a short black skirt that barely reached her thighs. No bra, just a thin thong underneath—I could tell from the way her nipples poked through the fabric. She looked like she was ready to be devoured.
“Fuck, Priti,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You’re gonna give that guy a heart attack.”
She twirled, giving me a playful wink. “Good. Let’s see if he can handle me.”
I set up the mini wifi cam in the living room this time, hidden behind a stack of books on the shelf. It had a perfect view of the sofa and the open space near the balcony. I connected it to my laptop and tested the feed—crystal clear. “All set,” I told her. “I’ll be in the bedroom, watching. Text me updates, and if anything feels wrong, just say the word.”
Priti nodded, her confidence growing. “Okay. But don’t you dare interrupt unless I say so.”
“Deal,” I said, giving her a quick kiss before heading to the bedroom and locking the door.
The wait felt like forever. My heart was pounding, my cock already hard as I sat with my laptop, the cam feed open. I kept checking my phone for any messages from Priti or Siddu. Nothing yet. Then, around 10:30 AM, the doorbell rang.
I heard Priti’s footsteps as she went to answer it. My screen lit up with the feed, and there he was—the delivery guy, dressed in a plain white shirt and jeans, looking a little more polished than last time. He stepped inside, and I noticed he was alone. No Ravi, no other guys. Part of me was relieved, part of me disappointed.
“Madam,” he said, his voice dripping with that same cocky confidence. “You look… wow. No saree today, but this is even better.”
Priti laughed, a little nervously. “You’re not here to fix the sink, are you?”
He grinned, stepping closer. “Sink’s fine, madam. I’m here for something else.” His eyes raked over her body, lingering on her chest. “You ready to give me what I want?”
Priti didn’t back away. Instead, she tilted her head, her voice teasing. “Depends. What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you ‘delivery guy’ in my head.”
He chuckled, clearly enjoying her boldness. “Call me Vijay. And you’re Priti, right? The hottest cow I’ve ever milked.”
I could see Priti’s cheeks flush, but she didn’t shy away. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, Vijay. What makes you think I’ll let you do anything?”
Vijay stepped closer, his hand brushing her arm. “Because you loved it last time, madam. I saw how you moaned, how you begged for my cock. You want it again, don’t you?”
Priti bit her lip, and I could tell she was already getting turned on. “Maybe,” she said softly. “But you’re not in charge here. I am.”
“Oh, is that so?” Vijay said, his hand sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”
He didn’t waste time. His hands were on her top, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Her breasts bounced free, and Vijay let out a low whistle. “Fuck, these are even better than I remembered.” He cupped them, squeezing roughly, and Priti let out a soft moan, her hands gripping his shoulders.
I was rock hard, my hand already on my cock as I watched. Vijay pushed her back toward the sofa, his lips on her neck, then her chest, sucking her nipples hard. Priti’s head tilted back, her moans filling the room. “Ohhh… Vijay…”
He pulled back, grinning. “You like that, madam? Want more?”
Priti nodded, her breath heavy. “Yes… but slow down. I want to enjoy this.”
Vijay laughed, clearly loving her confidence. “Whatever you say, madam.” He dropped to his knees, pushing her skirt up and pulling her thong down in one go. Her pussy was already glistening, and I could see her trembling with anticipation. Vijay didn’t hesitate—he dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit, making her gasp.
“Ohhh… fuck…” Priti moaned, her hands gripping his hair. “Yes… like that…”
I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. The way she was giving herself to him, the way her body responded—it was everything I’d fantasized about. My phone buzzed, and I glanced at it. A text from Priti: *“He’s so good… you watching?”*
I typed back quickly: *“Fuck yes. Keep going, baby. Let him eat you.”*
Vijay was relentless, his tongue working her pussy like an expert. He slipped two fingers inside her, pumping slowly while sucking her clit, and Priti’s moans grew louder. “Oh my god… Vijay… don’t stop…”
He didn’t. He kept going, his fingers moving faster, his mouth never leaving her. I could see her thighs trembling, her body arching as she got closer. “I’m… I’m gonna…” she gasped, and then she came, her whole body shaking as she gripped his head, riding out the orgasm.
Vijay stood up, wiping his mouth with a smug grin. “Told you, madam. You can’t resist me.”
Priti was still catching her breath, but she smirked back. “Don’t get cocky. You’re not done yet.”
She reached for his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with his underwear. His thick cock sprang free, and I could see Priti’s eyes widen with hunger. She didn’t hesitate—she wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, then leaned forward and took him in her mouth.
“Fuck, madam…” Vijay groaned, his hands in her hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”
Priti sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing as she took him deeper. I could hear the wet sounds of her mouth, the way she moaned around his cock. My own hand was moving faster now, matching her rhythm. This was hotter than I’d ever imagined.
After a few minutes, Vijay pulled her up, pushing her back onto the sofa. “I need to fuck you now, madam,” he said, his voice rough with need. He spread her legs, positioning himself between them, and rubbed his cock against her pussy. “You want this, don’t you?”
Priti nodded, her eyes locked on his. “Yes… fuck me, Vijay.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed inside her, slow at first, letting her adjust to his thickness. Priti gasped, her hands gripping the sofa cushions. “Ohhh… so thick…”
Vijay started moving, his thrusts deep and deliberate, making her moan with every stroke. “You like that, madam? You like my cock in your tight pussy?”
“Yes… yes…” Priti panted, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Harder… fuck me harder…”
He obliged, picking up the pace, slamming into her with a rhythm that filled the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Priti was lost in it, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. “Ohhh… fuck… yes… Vijay…”
My phone buzzed again. Another text from Priti: *“He’s so fucking good… you still watching?”*
I replied: *“Can’t look away. You’re such a slut, baby. Keep going.”*
Vijay flipped her over, pulling her to her knees on the sofa. He entered her from behind, gripping her hips as he fucked her hard. Priti’s moans were louder now, almost desperate. “Oh my god… yes… fuck me… don’t stop…”
I was so close to cumming, my hand moving furiously as I watched. Vijay was relentless, his hands slapping her ass as he pounded her. “You’re my slut now, madam,” he growled. “You’re gonna let me fuck you whenever I want, aren’t you?”
Priti didn’t answer, just moaned louder, her body shaking as another orgasm built. Vijay reached around, rubbing her clit as he fucked her, and that pushed her over the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Vijay wasn’t far behind. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum…” he groaned, pulling out and stroking himself. Priti turned around quickly, opening her mouth as he shot his load across her face and chest. She licked her lips, catching some of it, and I nearly lost it right there.
As Vijay caught his breath, Priti grabbed her top and wiped herself off, a satisfied smile on her face. “You’re not bad, Vijay,” she said, her voice teasing. “But you better not tell anyone about this.”
He grinned, pulling up his jeans. “Don’t worry, madam. My lips are sealed. But I’m coming back for more.”
As he left, Priti locked the door and came to the bedroom, her face flushed and her body still trembling. She saw me on the bed, my laptop open, my cock still in my hand. “Enjoy the show?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.
“Fuck, Priti,” I said, pulling her onto the bed. “You were incredible.”
She straddled me, her pussy still wet from Vijay. “You’re such a pervert,” she said, but she was smiling. “What now? You want me to fuck him again? Or Siddu? Or maybe your sister?”
I groaned, my cock twitching at the thought. “All of it, baby. I want to see you fucked in every way possible.”
She leaned down, kissing me hard. “Then you better keep up, because I’m just getting started.”
As we fucked, my mind was already racing with plans—Siddu, Nidhi, maybe even Ravi and his crew. The possibilities were endless, and I knew Priti was ready to explore them all.
That night, as we lay in bed, I couldn’t resist bringing it up. I slid my hand under her nightie, grazing her thigh, and whispered, “So, you’re ready for him to come back, huh?”
Priti swatted my hand playfully, but her voice had that familiar teasing edge. “Shut up, Rudra. You’re the one who practically invited him.”
I chuckled, pulling her closer. “Oh, come on, you were blushing like a teenager when I told him to come back day after tomorrow. Don’t act like you’re not excited.”
She buried her face in the pillow, muffling a laugh. “You’re impossible. What if he actually brings his friends again? You saw how that Ravi guy was. He didn’t even care you were coming home.”
The mention of Ravi sent a jolt through me. The way he’d stormed in, so bold and unapologetic, had been intense. “Yeah, he’s a wild one. You think you could handle him?” I teased, my hand wandering up to her chest, gently kneading her breast.
Priti moaned softly, then pushed my hand away. “Stop it, Rudra. You’re getting me all worked up, and I need to sleep. I’ve got a big meeting tomorrow.”
I grinned, knowing I’d planted the seed. “Fine, fine. But you know you’re thinking about it. That thick cock of his… you loved it, didn’t you?”
She didn’t answer, just turned over with a huff, but I could see the faintest smile on her lips as she drifted off. My mind, of course, was racing. The delivery guy—whose name we still didn’t know—was coming back, and I was already imagining how it would play out. Would he bring Ravi again? Or someone else? And what about Siddu? The thought of him working his charm on Nidhi was another layer of excitement. I wanted to see how far this could go.
The next day was a blur of work and routine, but by evening, Priti’s phone started buzzing with notifications. I was in the living room, scrolling through my phone, when she walked in, holding her phone with a mischievous look. “Guess who’s back to his old tricks?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Siddu?”
She nodded, plopping down next to me and showing me the screen. There was a new message from him, along with another dick pic—his cock hard and glistening, probably fresh from a shower. The caption read: *“Missing that sweet milk already. When can I get a taste?”*
I laughed, shaking my head. “This guy doesn’t quit. What’s he saying about Nidhi?”
Priti scrolled up, showing me their earlier conversation.
**Siddu:** *Hey, I pinged your sister-in-law like you said. She’s… interesting. Responded to my story with a fire emoji. Think she’s into me? ?*
**Priti:** *Lol, maybe. She’s not as uptight as she seems. Keep trying, playboy.*
**Siddu:** *Oh, I’m on it. But you owe me a reward for this. I want both cows in my barn. ?*
**Priti:** *Dream on. Get her first, then we’ll talk.*
Priti looked at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “He’s really going for it, Rudra. You think Nidhi will bite?”
I leaned back, my mind already painting vivid pictures. “If she’s sending fire emojis, she’s already curious. And if she’s anything like you, she’ll be putty in his hands once he turns on the charm.”
Priti smirked, nudging me. “You’re such a pervert. You really want to see your sister get fucked, don’t you?”
I didn’t deny it. “Hey, you’re the one who said it’d be hot to get milked together. I’m just following your lead.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, she typed out a quick reply to Siddu: *“Keep me posted, milkman. Don’t mess this up.”*
The next morning, the day the delivery guy was supposed to return, I woke up with a raging hard-on. Priti was already up, sipping coffee in the kitchen, wearing a simple kurti and leggings. She looked calm, but I could tell she was on edge. The anticipation was killing us both.
“So,” I said, grabbing a mug and sitting across from her, “you picking out another saree for today?”
She shot me a look. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”
“Nope,” I grinned. “Come on, you know you want to look hot for him. That black netted saree was a killer. What’s the plan today? Gonna let him rip another blouse?”
Priti blushed, stirring her coffee. “I don’t know, Rudra. It’s… it’s a lot. Yesterday was intense. And those other guys showing up? What if they come back?”
I leaned forward, my voice low. “That’s what makes it hot, isn’t it? The risk? The idea that you’re being a little slutty, letting random guys have their way with you while I watch?”
Her breath hitched, and I knew I’d hit the right nerve. “You’re crazy,” she whispered, but her eyes were gleaming. “What if they get too rough? Or if they don’t stop?”
“Then we stop it,” I said firmly. “You call the shots, Priti. If it feels off, you say no, and I’ll step in. But if you’re into it… let’s see how far you can go.”
She didn’t respond right away, but the way she bit her lip told me she was already imagining it. “Fine,” she said finally. “But I’m not wearing a saree today. Too much hassle. I’ll wear something… easier.”
My cock twitched at the thought. “Oh? Like what?”
She smirked, standing up and heading to the bedroom. “You’ll see.”
An hour later, she emerged wearing a tight, sleeveless red top that hugged her curves and a short black skirt that barely reached her thighs. No bra, just a thin thong underneath—I could tell from the way her nipples poked through the fabric. She looked like she was ready to be devoured.
“Fuck, Priti,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You’re gonna give that guy a heart attack.”
She twirled, giving me a playful wink. “Good. Let’s see if he can handle me.”
I set up the mini wifi cam in the living room this time, hidden behind a stack of books on the shelf. It had a perfect view of the sofa and the open space near the balcony. I connected it to my laptop and tested the feed—crystal clear. “All set,” I told her. “I’ll be in the bedroom, watching. Text me updates, and if anything feels wrong, just say the word.”
Priti nodded, her confidence growing. “Okay. But don’t you dare interrupt unless I say so.”
“Deal,” I said, giving her a quick kiss before heading to the bedroom and locking the door.
The wait felt like forever. My heart was pounding, my cock already hard as I sat with my laptop, the cam feed open. I kept checking my phone for any messages from Priti or Siddu. Nothing yet. Then, around 10:30 AM, the doorbell rang.
I heard Priti’s footsteps as she went to answer it. My screen lit up with the feed, and there he was—the delivery guy, dressed in a plain white shirt and jeans, looking a little more polished than last time. He stepped inside, and I noticed he was alone. No Ravi, no other guys. Part of me was relieved, part of me disappointed.
“Madam,” he said, his voice dripping with that same cocky confidence. “You look… wow. No saree today, but this is even better.”
Priti laughed, a little nervously. “You’re not here to fix the sink, are you?”
He grinned, stepping closer. “Sink’s fine, madam. I’m here for something else.” His eyes raked over her body, lingering on her chest. “You ready to give me what I want?”
Priti didn’t back away. Instead, she tilted her head, her voice teasing. “Depends. What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you ‘delivery guy’ in my head.”
He chuckled, clearly enjoying her boldness. “Call me Vijay. And you’re Priti, right? The hottest cow I’ve ever milked.”
I could see Priti’s cheeks flush, but she didn’t shy away. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, Vijay. What makes you think I’ll let you do anything?”
Vijay stepped closer, his hand brushing her arm. “Because you loved it last time, madam. I saw how you moaned, how you begged for my cock. You want it again, don’t you?”
Priti bit her lip, and I could tell she was already getting turned on. “Maybe,” she said softly. “But you’re not in charge here. I am.”
“Oh, is that so?” Vijay said, his hand sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”
He didn’t waste time. His hands were on her top, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Her breasts bounced free, and Vijay let out a low whistle. “Fuck, these are even better than I remembered.” He cupped them, squeezing roughly, and Priti let out a soft moan, her hands gripping his shoulders.
I was rock hard, my hand already on my cock as I watched. Vijay pushed her back toward the sofa, his lips on her neck, then her chest, sucking her nipples hard. Priti’s head tilted back, her moans filling the room. “Ohhh… Vijay…”
He pulled back, grinning. “You like that, madam? Want more?”
Priti nodded, her breath heavy. “Yes… but slow down. I want to enjoy this.”
Vijay laughed, clearly loving her confidence. “Whatever you say, madam.” He dropped to his knees, pushing her skirt up and pulling her thong down in one go. Her pussy was already glistening, and I could see her trembling with anticipation. Vijay didn’t hesitate—he dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit, making her gasp.
“Ohhh… fuck…” Priti moaned, her hands gripping his hair. “Yes… like that…”
I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. The way she was giving herself to him, the way her body responded—it was everything I’d fantasized about. My phone buzzed, and I glanced at it. A text from Priti: *“He’s so good… you watching?”*
I typed back quickly: *“Fuck yes. Keep going, baby. Let him eat you.”*
Vijay was relentless, his tongue working her pussy like an expert. He slipped two fingers inside her, pumping slowly while sucking her clit, and Priti’s moans grew louder. “Oh my god… Vijay… don’t stop…”
He didn’t. He kept going, his fingers moving faster, his mouth never leaving her. I could see her thighs trembling, her body arching as she got closer. “I’m… I’m gonna…” she gasped, and then she came, her whole body shaking as she gripped his head, riding out the orgasm.
Vijay stood up, wiping his mouth with a smug grin. “Told you, madam. You can’t resist me.”
Priti was still catching her breath, but she smirked back. “Don’t get cocky. You’re not done yet.”
She reached for his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with his underwear. His thick cock sprang free, and I could see Priti’s eyes widen with hunger. She didn’t hesitate—she wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, then leaned forward and took him in her mouth.
“Fuck, madam…” Vijay groaned, his hands in her hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”
Priti sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing as she took him deeper. I could hear the wet sounds of her mouth, the way she moaned around his cock. My own hand was moving faster now, matching her rhythm. This was hotter than I’d ever imagined.
After a few minutes, Vijay pulled her up, pushing her back onto the sofa. “I need to fuck you now, madam,” he said, his voice rough with need. He spread her legs, positioning himself between them, and rubbed his cock against her pussy. “You want this, don’t you?”
Priti nodded, her eyes locked on his. “Yes… fuck me, Vijay.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed inside her, slow at first, letting her adjust to his thickness. Priti gasped, her hands gripping the sofa cushions. “Ohhh… so thick…”
Vijay started moving, his thrusts deep and deliberate, making her moan with every stroke. “You like that, madam? You like my cock in your tight pussy?”
“Yes… yes…” Priti panted, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Harder… fuck me harder…”
He obliged, picking up the pace, slamming into her with a rhythm that filled the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Priti was lost in it, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. “Ohhh… fuck… yes… Vijay…”
My phone buzzed again. Another text from Priti: *“He’s so fucking good… you still watching?”*
I replied: *“Can’t look away. You’re such a slut, baby. Keep going.”*
Vijay flipped her over, pulling her to her knees on the sofa. He entered her from behind, gripping her hips as he fucked her hard. Priti’s moans were louder now, almost desperate. “Oh my god… yes… fuck me… don’t stop…”
I was so close to cumming, my hand moving furiously as I watched. Vijay was relentless, his hands slapping her ass as he pounded her. “You’re my slut now, madam,” he growled. “You’re gonna let me fuck you whenever I want, aren’t you?”
Priti didn’t answer, just moaned louder, her body shaking as another orgasm built. Vijay reached around, rubbing her clit as he fucked her, and that pushed her over the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Vijay wasn’t far behind. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum…” he groaned, pulling out and stroking himself. Priti turned around quickly, opening her mouth as he shot his load across her face and chest. She licked her lips, catching some of it, and I nearly lost it right there.
As Vijay caught his breath, Priti grabbed her top and wiped herself off, a satisfied smile on her face. “You’re not bad, Vijay,” she said, her voice teasing. “But you better not tell anyone about this.”
He grinned, pulling up his jeans. “Don’t worry, madam. My lips are sealed. But I’m coming back for more.”
As he left, Priti locked the door and came to the bedroom, her face flushed and her body still trembling. She saw me on the bed, my laptop open, my cock still in my hand. “Enjoy the show?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.
“Fuck, Priti,” I said, pulling her onto the bed. “You were incredible.”
She straddled me, her pussy still wet from Vijay. “You’re such a pervert,” she said, but she was smiling. “What now? You want me to fuck him again? Or Siddu? Or maybe your sister?”
I groaned, my cock twitching at the thought. “All of it, baby. I want to see you fucked in every way possible.”
She leaned down, kissing me hard. “Then you better keep up, because I’m just getting started.”
As we fucked, my mind was already racing with plans—Siddu, Nidhi, maybe even Ravi and his crew. The possibilities were endless, and I knew Priti was ready to explore them all.
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