25-10-2025, 10:09 PM
Part 2: Awakening Shadows
The days following Vinay's mishap blurred into a haze of discomfort and unspoken tension. His knee throbbed under the bandage Priya had wrapped around it, but it was the amulet—now tucked away in his sock drawer—that pulsed with an otherworldly energy he couldn't quite shake. He dismissed the dizziness as a concussion from the fall, chalking up the fleeting visions to stress. Work dragged on, lines of code blurring on his screen as his mind wandered to Anjali's visit: her bent form, cleavage heaving with concern, that tiny mole like a forbidden mark. Thammudu. The word echoed, fueling a frustration that simmered hotter than before.
Priya fussed over him that first evening, her dusky hands gentle as she applied ointment. 'Rest, Vinay. No heroics with the stairs.' She wore a simple cotton nightie, the fabric clinging to her curves from the post-rain humidity. Dinner was light—steamed rice and sambar—but Vinay's appetite lay elsewhere. As they cleared the table, he pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that tasted of desperation. Priya melted into him, her tongue dancing with his, but his hands roamed with a possessiveness born of unspent lust.
Ummm Aaah Ummm Aaaah Aaaah Vinay!!! Ummm
He backed her against the kitchen counter, hiking up her nightie to expose her bare pussy, already damp from his intensity. 'I need you now,' he growled, dropping to his knees.
Priya gasped as his mouth latched onto her folds, tongue lapping at her clit with broad strokes. He sucked the nub hard, feeling it swell between his lips, while his fingers parted her lips wider, delving into her wetness.
Aaaah Vinay!!!! My love!!!! You are killing me!!!!
Yes!!! Yes!!! Yesssss!!!! Right there. Suck meeee. Fuck me Vinayyyy!!! I can't waitt!!!!
She tasted tangy, her juices coating his chin as he tongue-fucked her hole, alternating with flicks to her sensitive inner thighs. Priya's hands tangled in his hair, her dusky legs trembling.
'Vinay... oh, your tongue feels so good on my pussy.' Aaaaaahhh Aaaaahhh
He stood abruptly, freeing his cock from his pants—thick, rigid, veins bulging.
Priya stroked it eagerly, her thumb circling the slick head.
Come baby!!! Cum for me!!! You like it aaah!!!! Do you like it!!!!!
Yes baby!!! Yes!!!
Vinay spun her around, bending her over the sink. He rubbed his cock along her ass crack, teasing her puckered hole before aligning with her pussy. One hard thrust buried him to the hilt, her walls clenching around him like a fist.
Babyyyy!!!! You're killing me!!!! Yesss!!! Fuck me!!!! Fuck me more!!! Give it to me baby!!!! Ohh yes yes yes yesssss!!!! Gie it to me baby!!!! Ohhhhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhh Oh my god!!! Oh my god!!! Oh my god!!!!
He fucked her relentlessly, hips slamming forward, balls slapping her clit. Priya braced against the counter, moaning loudly, 'Fuck me harder, fill my pussy!'
He reached around to pinch her nipples, twisting the dark buds until she cried out.
Yes baby!!! Suck it!!! Suck it baby!!! Yesss!!! Like that!!! suck it baby!!!
The rhythm built, his cock pistoning in and out, stretching her slick channel.
Ohh baby !!!! I'm cumming!!! I'm cumming!!!
Priya came first, her pussy spasming, milking him as she squirted onto the floor tiles.
Vinay followed, groaning as he pumped hot cum deep inside her, overflow spilling down her thighs.
Haa Haa Haa Haaa
They panted, bodies slick with sweat, but as Priya turned to kiss him softly, Vinay's thoughts drifted to Anjali's milky white skin, her big ass he wished he'd claimed instead.
The next morning, Vinay tested his knee on the corridor, limping slightly. Anjali's door creaked open as if on cue. She emerged in a flowing pink anarkali suit, the fabric hugging her thin waist and flaring over her massive breasts and wide hips. 'Thammudu! How's the leg? Akka made some herbal tea—come in, just for a minute.' Her sensuous lips curved in that sisterly smile, her mangalsutra glinting at her neckline. Vinay hesitated, but the pull was magnetic. He followed her inside flat 304, a mirror of his own but scented with rose attar and sandalwood.
The living room was tidy, sunlight filtering through sheer curtains. Anjali poured tea from a thermos, bending slightly—her ass protruding, round and inviting under the suit.
Vinay sat on the couch, eyes locked on her curves. Vinay thought--- Wow what a sexy ass my love, my baby!!! I want to squeeze them!!! Aaaah!!!
As she handed him the cup, their fingers touched, and a strange warmth spread from the contact. The amulet in his pocket— he'd carried it unconsciously—seemed to hum. Anjali paused, her eyes glazing for a split second, then she straightened with a soft sigh. 'Drink up, little brother. It'll heal you faster.'
But something shifted. As she sat across from him, crossing her legs, Vinay felt a surge—an instinctive command bubbling up. Stay closer, his mind whispered, unbidden. Anjali blinked, then scooted nearer on the couch, her thigh brushing his. 'You look tired, thammudu. Let akka massage your shoulders.' Her hands, soft and cool, kneaded his neck, her breasts nearly grazing his arm.
Vinay--- Aaaah Aaaaaah Ummmmm
Vinay's cock stirred, the proximity intoxicating. Her scent enveloped him—floral, feminine. He could see the outline of her nipples through the suit, pert and begging attention.
The massage lingered, her fingers trailing down his back. Vinay's frustration twisted into curiosity; was this coincidence? When Rajesh's call interrupted—her phone buzzing on the table—Anjali answered distractedly, her voice breathy. 'Yes, ji... everything fine. Thammudu's here, hurt his leg.' She hung up, but instead of resuming normal chatter, she leaned in, her sensuous lips inches from his ear. 'You need more care, don't you?' The words carried an unintended huskiness, her cleavage rising with quick breaths, that mole peeking as her neckline dipped.
Vinay pulled away, flustered, excusing himself. Back in his flat, heart racing, he examined the amulet. Its symbols seemed to writhe under his gaze, whispering promises of control. Dark magic? He laughed it off, but the incident nagged. That afternoon, testing fate, he encountered Priya's friend Lakshmi in the courtyard—a 25-year-old homemaker from flat 201, slim with a sharp nose and long braid. She was hanging laundry, her salwar riding up to show toned legs.
'Vinay garu, how's the knee?' she asked politely. As they chatted, the amulet warmed again. Tell me your secrets, Vinay thought experimentally, focusing on her. Lakshmi's eyes unfocused, then she confided unexpectedly: 'My husband's away so much... I get lonely, you know?' Her cheeks flushed, hand lingering on his arm. Vinay's pulse quickened; she was opening up, vulnerable. He probed further mentally—Come closer, touch me. Lakshmi stepped nearer, her fingers tracing his bicep. 'You're strong... Priya's lucky.'
Panic hit; he broke the connection, mumbling thanks and fleeing upstairs. In the privacy of his bedroom, arousal crashed over him. Priya was at college, the flat empty. He stripped, stroking his cock furiously, replaying Anjali's massage, Lakshmi's touch. Pre-cum beaded as he imagined commanding Anjali fully—her on her knees, sucking him while calling him thammudu in ecstasy.
His hand pumped faster, Aaaaah Aaaaaah!!! twisting at the head, until cum erupted across his chest in thick spurts. But release brought clarity: the amulet granted power over women, bending their wills to his subconscious desires. Only the opposite gender, it seemed—Priya remained unaffected in daily life, her love steady.
Emboldened, Vinay experimented cautiously. The next evening, during a complex meeting in the courtyard about water shortages, he sat near a group of women, including Anjali. She wore a turquoise saree that dbangd low on her hips, accentuating her thin waist and the sway of her big ass as she shifted. Her blouse cupped her large breasts, cleavage a constant distraction. As discussions dragged, Vinay focused on her: Listen to me, desire my words. Anjali's gaze locked on him, nodding eagerly to his suggestion about rainwater harvesting. 'Thammudu's idea is brilliant!' she exclaimed, her sensuous lips parting in admiration. Others agreed, swayed indirectly.
Later, alone in the lift with her—Rajesh away again—Vinay pushed further. Touch yourself when you think of me. The doors closed, her body inches away, milky white skin glowing under the fluorescent light. Anjali fidgeted, a hand drifting to her waist, then lower, eyes darting. 'It's hot in here,' she murmured, but her breathing quickened, nipples hardening visibly. Vinay's cock strained against his pants, imagining her fingers slipping under her petticoat, rubbing her pussy to thoughts of him. The lift dinged at their floor; she rushed out, ass jiggling, leaving him throbbing.
That night, the power's toll showed. Priya sensed his distraction during dinner, her dusky eyes concerned. 'What's wrong, anna? You've been... intense.' She wore a red nightie that hugged her breasts, the hem short on her thighs. Vinay channeled his building obsession into her, pulling her onto the bed without preamble. He stripped her slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin—her neck, shoulders, sucking marks on her collarbone.
Priya moaned---Aaaah Vinayyyy!!!!, arching as he latched onto her nipple, biting gently then harder, teeth grazing the dark areola.---Yes Vinay!!!! Like that!!!! Do it for me baby!!!!
His hand slid down, fingers circling her clit before plunging into her pussy, three now, stretching her. She was soaked, walls pulsing.
'Vinay, fuck... finger me deep.' Yes yes yes!!!! Do it to me baby!!!! Yes, like that!!!!
He curled them, hitting her spot relentlessly while sucking her other tit, leaving it red and swollen.
Yes baby Yes!!!! I am coming baby!!!!
Vinay----Who's your daddy??? Tell me? Who's your daddy!!!!
Priya---- Yes Daddy!!! Do it to me!!! More more more!!!! Yes!!! Yessss!!! Like that!!!
Priya came hard, juices gushing over his hand. Vinay flipped her onto all fours, spreading her ass cheeks to lick her from pussy to asshole, tongue rimming the tight ring.
She shuddered, 'That's so naughty... lick my ass more.'
Ummmm Aaaaahh
He did, probing with his tongue while jerking his cock.
Positioning behind her, he thrust into her pussy, cock bottoming out.
Yes baby like that!!!! yessss!!!
He fucked her doggy-style, pulling her hair, spanking her dusky ass until it burned red. 'Take my cock, Priya—your pussy's mine.'
Aaaaah Aaaaah!!!!
She pushed back, begging, 'Cum inside, breed me!' Daddy Fuk me!!!!! Yes yes yes!!!! Fuck me daddy!!!!
He switched holes suddenly, pressing into her ass—lubed by her arousal. Priya gasped at the intrusion, but relaxed, her ring clenching his shaft. He sodomized her slowly at first, then faster, balls slapping her pussy.
AAAh Vinay!!! You're killing me!!!!
Reaching under, he rubbed her clit, making her orgasm again, ass milking him. Vinay roared, filling her bowels with cum, pulling out to watch it drip.
Exhausted, they lay tangled, but Vinay's mind raced to Anjali. The powers grew stronger, accidental commands weaving into his routine. A few days later, during a power cut that left the complex in candlelit gloom, Anjali knocked again. 'Thammudu, scary in the dark—mind if akka sits with you till Priya's back?' She wore a thin nightgown under a shawl, curves outlined. Priya was at a parent-teacher meeting, so Vinay invited her in.
They sat on the couch, candles flickering shadows across her milky skin. Conversation turned personal; Vinay focused: Confide in me, crave my touch. Anjali's eyes softened, her hand on his knee. 'Rajesh... he's distant. I feel so alone sometimes.' Her fingers squeezed, inching up his thigh. Vinay's heart pounded; Kiss me. She leaned in, sensuous lips brushing his—soft, tentative, then hungry. Her tongue slipped in, tasting of mint tea. Vinay groped her breast through the gown, feeling the heavy weight, thumbing the nipple to hardness.
Anjali let out a soft moan----Aaaah Thammuduuuu!!!!
But guilt flashed—Priya. He pulled back, the command fading. Anjali blinked, confused. 'Sorry, thammudu... I don't know what came over me.' She fled, ass swaying, leaving Vinay hard and conflicted. The power was intoxicating, but thammudu lingered, a barrier he itched to shatter.
Realization crystallized over the week. At work, he tested on a female colleague via phone—Send me nudes—and received them, her will bent remotely. Back home, frustration peaked during Sankranti cleanup. Anjali, in a yellow saree, bent to sweep rangoli remnants, cleavage spilling, big ass high. Vinay approached: Obey me fully, see me as your master, not brother. The amulet burned hot. But it is too much too soon. Anjali is in a state of confusion. Anjali is not weak minded unlike the others he has encountered!!! Those all are weak-minded who gave in to him easily!!! This needs a step by step preparation!!!
The days following Vinay's mishap blurred into a haze of discomfort and unspoken tension. His knee throbbed under the bandage Priya had wrapped around it, but it was the amulet—now tucked away in his sock drawer—that pulsed with an otherworldly energy he couldn't quite shake. He dismissed the dizziness as a concussion from the fall, chalking up the fleeting visions to stress. Work dragged on, lines of code blurring on his screen as his mind wandered to Anjali's visit: her bent form, cleavage heaving with concern, that tiny mole like a forbidden mark. Thammudu. The word echoed, fueling a frustration that simmered hotter than before.
Priya fussed over him that first evening, her dusky hands gentle as she applied ointment. 'Rest, Vinay. No heroics with the stairs.' She wore a simple cotton nightie, the fabric clinging to her curves from the post-rain humidity. Dinner was light—steamed rice and sambar—but Vinay's appetite lay elsewhere. As they cleared the table, he pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that tasted of desperation. Priya melted into him, her tongue dancing with his, but his hands roamed with a possessiveness born of unspent lust.
Ummm Aaah Ummm Aaaah Aaaah Vinay!!! Ummm
He backed her against the kitchen counter, hiking up her nightie to expose her bare pussy, already damp from his intensity. 'I need you now,' he growled, dropping to his knees.
Priya gasped as his mouth latched onto her folds, tongue lapping at her clit with broad strokes. He sucked the nub hard, feeling it swell between his lips, while his fingers parted her lips wider, delving into her wetness.
Aaaah Vinay!!!! My love!!!! You are killing me!!!!
Yes!!! Yes!!! Yesssss!!!! Right there. Suck meeee. Fuck me Vinayyyy!!! I can't waitt!!!!
She tasted tangy, her juices coating his chin as he tongue-fucked her hole, alternating with flicks to her sensitive inner thighs. Priya's hands tangled in his hair, her dusky legs trembling.
'Vinay... oh, your tongue feels so good on my pussy.' Aaaaaahhh Aaaaahhh
He stood abruptly, freeing his cock from his pants—thick, rigid, veins bulging.
Priya stroked it eagerly, her thumb circling the slick head.
Come baby!!! Cum for me!!! You like it aaah!!!! Do you like it!!!!!
Yes baby!!! Yes!!!
Vinay spun her around, bending her over the sink. He rubbed his cock along her ass crack, teasing her puckered hole before aligning with her pussy. One hard thrust buried him to the hilt, her walls clenching around him like a fist.
Babyyyy!!!! You're killing me!!!! Yesss!!! Fuck me!!!! Fuck me more!!! Give it to me baby!!!! Ohh yes yes yes yesssss!!!! Gie it to me baby!!!! Ohhhhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhh Oh my god!!! Oh my god!!! Oh my god!!!!
He fucked her relentlessly, hips slamming forward, balls slapping her clit. Priya braced against the counter, moaning loudly, 'Fuck me harder, fill my pussy!'
He reached around to pinch her nipples, twisting the dark buds until she cried out.
Yes baby!!! Suck it!!! Suck it baby!!! Yesss!!! Like that!!! suck it baby!!!
The rhythm built, his cock pistoning in and out, stretching her slick channel.
Ohh baby !!!! I'm cumming!!! I'm cumming!!!
Priya came first, her pussy spasming, milking him as she squirted onto the floor tiles.
Vinay followed, groaning as he pumped hot cum deep inside her, overflow spilling down her thighs.
Haa Haa Haa Haaa
They panted, bodies slick with sweat, but as Priya turned to kiss him softly, Vinay's thoughts drifted to Anjali's milky white skin, her big ass he wished he'd claimed instead.
The next morning, Vinay tested his knee on the corridor, limping slightly. Anjali's door creaked open as if on cue. She emerged in a flowing pink anarkali suit, the fabric hugging her thin waist and flaring over her massive breasts and wide hips. 'Thammudu! How's the leg? Akka made some herbal tea—come in, just for a minute.' Her sensuous lips curved in that sisterly smile, her mangalsutra glinting at her neckline. Vinay hesitated, but the pull was magnetic. He followed her inside flat 304, a mirror of his own but scented with rose attar and sandalwood.
The living room was tidy, sunlight filtering through sheer curtains. Anjali poured tea from a thermos, bending slightly—her ass protruding, round and inviting under the suit.
Vinay sat on the couch, eyes locked on her curves. Vinay thought--- Wow what a sexy ass my love, my baby!!! I want to squeeze them!!! Aaaah!!!
As she handed him the cup, their fingers touched, and a strange warmth spread from the contact. The amulet in his pocket— he'd carried it unconsciously—seemed to hum. Anjali paused, her eyes glazing for a split second, then she straightened with a soft sigh. 'Drink up, little brother. It'll heal you faster.'
But something shifted. As she sat across from him, crossing her legs, Vinay felt a surge—an instinctive command bubbling up. Stay closer, his mind whispered, unbidden. Anjali blinked, then scooted nearer on the couch, her thigh brushing his. 'You look tired, thammudu. Let akka massage your shoulders.' Her hands, soft and cool, kneaded his neck, her breasts nearly grazing his arm.
Vinay--- Aaaah Aaaaaah Ummmmm
Vinay's cock stirred, the proximity intoxicating. Her scent enveloped him—floral, feminine. He could see the outline of her nipples through the suit, pert and begging attention.
The massage lingered, her fingers trailing down his back. Vinay's frustration twisted into curiosity; was this coincidence? When Rajesh's call interrupted—her phone buzzing on the table—Anjali answered distractedly, her voice breathy. 'Yes, ji... everything fine. Thammudu's here, hurt his leg.' She hung up, but instead of resuming normal chatter, she leaned in, her sensuous lips inches from his ear. 'You need more care, don't you?' The words carried an unintended huskiness, her cleavage rising with quick breaths, that mole peeking as her neckline dipped.
Vinay pulled away, flustered, excusing himself. Back in his flat, heart racing, he examined the amulet. Its symbols seemed to writhe under his gaze, whispering promises of control. Dark magic? He laughed it off, but the incident nagged. That afternoon, testing fate, he encountered Priya's friend Lakshmi in the courtyard—a 25-year-old homemaker from flat 201, slim with a sharp nose and long braid. She was hanging laundry, her salwar riding up to show toned legs.
'Vinay garu, how's the knee?' she asked politely. As they chatted, the amulet warmed again. Tell me your secrets, Vinay thought experimentally, focusing on her. Lakshmi's eyes unfocused, then she confided unexpectedly: 'My husband's away so much... I get lonely, you know?' Her cheeks flushed, hand lingering on his arm. Vinay's pulse quickened; she was opening up, vulnerable. He probed further mentally—Come closer, touch me. Lakshmi stepped nearer, her fingers tracing his bicep. 'You're strong... Priya's lucky.'
Panic hit; he broke the connection, mumbling thanks and fleeing upstairs. In the privacy of his bedroom, arousal crashed over him. Priya was at college, the flat empty. He stripped, stroking his cock furiously, replaying Anjali's massage, Lakshmi's touch. Pre-cum beaded as he imagined commanding Anjali fully—her on her knees, sucking him while calling him thammudu in ecstasy.
His hand pumped faster, Aaaaah Aaaaaah!!! twisting at the head, until cum erupted across his chest in thick spurts. But release brought clarity: the amulet granted power over women, bending their wills to his subconscious desires. Only the opposite gender, it seemed—Priya remained unaffected in daily life, her love steady.
Emboldened, Vinay experimented cautiously. The next evening, during a complex meeting in the courtyard about water shortages, he sat near a group of women, including Anjali. She wore a turquoise saree that dbangd low on her hips, accentuating her thin waist and the sway of her big ass as she shifted. Her blouse cupped her large breasts, cleavage a constant distraction. As discussions dragged, Vinay focused on her: Listen to me, desire my words. Anjali's gaze locked on him, nodding eagerly to his suggestion about rainwater harvesting. 'Thammudu's idea is brilliant!' she exclaimed, her sensuous lips parting in admiration. Others agreed, swayed indirectly.
Later, alone in the lift with her—Rajesh away again—Vinay pushed further. Touch yourself when you think of me. The doors closed, her body inches away, milky white skin glowing under the fluorescent light. Anjali fidgeted, a hand drifting to her waist, then lower, eyes darting. 'It's hot in here,' she murmured, but her breathing quickened, nipples hardening visibly. Vinay's cock strained against his pants, imagining her fingers slipping under her petticoat, rubbing her pussy to thoughts of him. The lift dinged at their floor; she rushed out, ass jiggling, leaving him throbbing.
That night, the power's toll showed. Priya sensed his distraction during dinner, her dusky eyes concerned. 'What's wrong, anna? You've been... intense.' She wore a red nightie that hugged her breasts, the hem short on her thighs. Vinay channeled his building obsession into her, pulling her onto the bed without preamble. He stripped her slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin—her neck, shoulders, sucking marks on her collarbone.
Priya moaned---Aaaah Vinayyyy!!!!, arching as he latched onto her nipple, biting gently then harder, teeth grazing the dark areola.---Yes Vinay!!!! Like that!!!! Do it for me baby!!!!
His hand slid down, fingers circling her clit before plunging into her pussy, three now, stretching her. She was soaked, walls pulsing.
'Vinay, fuck... finger me deep.' Yes yes yes!!!! Do it to me baby!!!! Yes, like that!!!!
He curled them, hitting her spot relentlessly while sucking her other tit, leaving it red and swollen.
Yes baby Yes!!!! I am coming baby!!!!
Vinay----Who's your daddy??? Tell me? Who's your daddy!!!!
Priya---- Yes Daddy!!! Do it to me!!! More more more!!!! Yes!!! Yessss!!! Like that!!!
Priya came hard, juices gushing over his hand. Vinay flipped her onto all fours, spreading her ass cheeks to lick her from pussy to asshole, tongue rimming the tight ring.
She shuddered, 'That's so naughty... lick my ass more.'
Ummmm Aaaaahh
He did, probing with his tongue while jerking his cock.
Positioning behind her, he thrust into her pussy, cock bottoming out.
Yes baby like that!!!! yessss!!!
He fucked her doggy-style, pulling her hair, spanking her dusky ass until it burned red. 'Take my cock, Priya—your pussy's mine.'
Aaaaah Aaaaah!!!!
She pushed back, begging, 'Cum inside, breed me!' Daddy Fuk me!!!!! Yes yes yes!!!! Fuck me daddy!!!!
He switched holes suddenly, pressing into her ass—lubed by her arousal. Priya gasped at the intrusion, but relaxed, her ring clenching his shaft. He sodomized her slowly at first, then faster, balls slapping her pussy.
AAAh Vinay!!! You're killing me!!!!
Reaching under, he rubbed her clit, making her orgasm again, ass milking him. Vinay roared, filling her bowels with cum, pulling out to watch it drip.
Exhausted, they lay tangled, but Vinay's mind raced to Anjali. The powers grew stronger, accidental commands weaving into his routine. A few days later, during a power cut that left the complex in candlelit gloom, Anjali knocked again. 'Thammudu, scary in the dark—mind if akka sits with you till Priya's back?' She wore a thin nightgown under a shawl, curves outlined. Priya was at a parent-teacher meeting, so Vinay invited her in.
They sat on the couch, candles flickering shadows across her milky skin. Conversation turned personal; Vinay focused: Confide in me, crave my touch. Anjali's eyes softened, her hand on his knee. 'Rajesh... he's distant. I feel so alone sometimes.' Her fingers squeezed, inching up his thigh. Vinay's heart pounded; Kiss me. She leaned in, sensuous lips brushing his—soft, tentative, then hungry. Her tongue slipped in, tasting of mint tea. Vinay groped her breast through the gown, feeling the heavy weight, thumbing the nipple to hardness.
Anjali let out a soft moan----Aaaah Thammuduuuu!!!!
But guilt flashed—Priya. He pulled back, the command fading. Anjali blinked, confused. 'Sorry, thammudu... I don't know what came over me.' She fled, ass swaying, leaving Vinay hard and conflicted. The power was intoxicating, but thammudu lingered, a barrier he itched to shatter.
Realization crystallized over the week. At work, he tested on a female colleague via phone—Send me nudes—and received them, her will bent remotely. Back home, frustration peaked during Sankranti cleanup. Anjali, in a yellow saree, bent to sweep rangoli remnants, cleavage spilling, big ass high. Vinay approached: Obey me fully, see me as your master, not brother. The amulet burned hot. But it is too much too soon. Anjali is in a state of confusion. Anjali is not weak minded unlike the others he has encountered!!! Those all are weak-minded who gave in to him easily!!! This needs a step by step preparation!!!
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