Adultery Generous Beauty and her Adventure in Rural Village (Dr. Pragya's euphoria)

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Part – 22b ( Ranga’s gift to Pragya )



 
He was biting her nipples, and pulling her nipples in his two fingers and piercing harshly.

Ranga – “why don’t you turn into a fucking dog that is ready to be mount”

Pragya was surprised from the word coming from drunken Ranga.

Pragya – “you are quite a dominant man while drunk Ranga darling”

Then she bent on four legs like a dog. Then he lifted her sari and petticoat and
took the charge of her asses. He was licking and eating all her ass. His rough tongue was moving on her ass.
 
He was biting her ass and he gave 4-5 hard slaps on each globe.

Ranga said by kissing her ass, "Every time your ass jiggles my dick is jiggling." His beard was itched her buttocks. Then he removed her sari from her body she was only in petticoat. she was waiting for hard core sex. He made her sleep on her back.
 
Then he uplifted her petticoat up to the waist as her juicy pussy leaking wet was in front of his eyes. Then he pulled her tiny hairs which was barely visible over her pussy, she screamed.
 
His big boss was ready to play. It was tight and erect, the next moment he came in between her legs and he put his penis on the door of her pussy. He picked her buttocks up by both his hands.

He pulled her buttocks down and gave a powerful helicopter shot and inserted it fully into her juicy pussy.

Pragya screamed, "Give your give boy to me rangaaa."

But he didn't stop. He gave her such 4-5 powerful helicopter shots. Now he slapped his hands on her boobs and stroked 
her pussy from below. She loved the double attack.
 
While she was screaming and moaning, he shut her mouth by his mouth and began to kiss her.
 
Ranga – “ Today is the special day to me and your anus Pragya “

She was frightened and said no. But he pushed powerfully his dick into her anal. The big Penis does not go fully into her anus. It went half. And half remained outside. 

He was pushing inside. And She was screaming like her back was tearing apart. Her position was like a dog that got fucked brutally from behind.
 
He didn't stop pushing inside. She couldn't move in his grab. Blood was coming from her asshole. He stopped pushing for a moment. She felt relaxed. She started breathing. The next moment he hit helicopter shot inside her ass.
 
After tearing the boundaries of her asshole, his dick went deep into her asshole. She screamed as tears were rolling from her eyes. She was crying helplessly so he put his undies in her mouth again. He was fucking her ass powerfully. He was giving her a stroke after stroke from behind. Then he threw her on the grass grown on the cement floor
 
She couldn't sit properly due to pains. He tore her petticoat completely during this ass attack. She saw his penis was still tight like a sword. He came between her legs. And she helplessly fell on the grass and asked water from him. He lifted her in his arms and then brought her face near her cock.

She knew what was coming but she was thirty and couldn’t resist it.

He started pissing in her mouth she was drinking his pee like a thirty dog. The degradation was totally making her look like a well-educated Docter to pee drinking slut.


 
Then he made her lie on the ground and positioned his dick in her pussy and positioned himself in a missionary position. 
Then he was fucking her nonstop. She was hugging him in joy closed her eye and biting his shoulder.
 
His strokes on her are like a hungry tiger hunting over its prey. She was feeling that her body was almost numb while he was fucking her tight pussy. For 20 minutes of fucking her pussy while she cummed 2 time, he removed his penis and ordered her to turn around. She turned around. the next moment She felt his penis on her anus, and increased his phase. 

His thrust was hard than before within 10 minutes of fucking her anus he cummed inside her anus at the same time Pragya cummed with a hard moan.
 
He took a liquor bottle filled it with his pee and asked her to drink it.

Pragya – “This is going too far Ranga; I love you and you own me that’s correct but this is going too far”

Ranga – “Pragya come on it’s your beloved reward for making me happy, drink it”

She drank it and She thought at least her thirst is gone. But her mouth smelt horrible even to her.

Then he said to her to sleep on the ground and again he came between her legs. He took her legs on his shoulder and put his penis on my pussy again. She was waiting for the shot. In one second, he pushed roughly into her pussy and began to fuck her wild and hard.
 
He was touching every part of her pussy. His balls were hitting hard on her anus. She was getting ground by her lover huge penis vigorously. The Passionate Ranga is gone.

Pragya was shouting, "Fuck me, and fuck me hard." While He was fucking with full force.
 
After 15 mins of hard fucking her started squeezing her boobs harder. And his thrust becomes bolder. She knew he was coming. By giving one huge and powerful stoke deep inside her pussy he gave his cum into her pussy. He cummed a huge load than before he poured inside her pussy. And sleep on her breast. She felt relaxed.

Then she got up tried to put her dress. But Ranga stopped her.

Ranga swayed closer, his breath smelling strongly of alcohol and beedi smoke. His eyes, though unfocused, landed on her boobs.

Ranga - “Ah, Pragya! My sweet, sweet doctor. I have another gift for you,” he slurred. He reached to his shirt in the couch and in the  torn pocket of his shirt and pulled out a small, sharp piece of metal—it looked like a rusted sewing needle—and a tiny, dirty bottle containing black, thick liquid.

Ranga - “I know an old, old style of tattoo. My grandfather taught me,” Ranga boasted, his chest puffed out. “It’s permanent, like my love for you. I want to put my mark on your beautiful skin. A symbol.”

Pragya took a step back. “A tattoo, Ranga? No! I can’t. That will hurt. And it’s… I don’t know. It’s too much.”

Ranga’s happy, drunken smile faded into a stubborn frown. He grabbed her—not too hard, but firmly enough that she couldn't easily pull away.

Ranga - “Too much? You say it will pain? Is your love for me so weak that you cannot bear a little pain, my rose?” he challenged her, his voice suddenly sharp and demanding.

Ranga -  “If you truly love Ranga, you must let me do this. It is a promise. My initial on your hand.”

Pragya looked at the rusty needle and the dirty ink, and a chill went down her spine, but Ranga’s drunken challenge had hit her pride. To refuse now would be to admit she did not care for him as much as he claimed to love her. She sighed, her 
resistance crumbling.

Pragya - “Alright, Ranga. Fine. Do it quickly, but where do you want the tattoo” she whispered,

He went near her and holding out her left boob. Pragya stood there silent giving him the approval to proceed.

Ranga grinned, victory shining in his cloudy eyes. He sat down heavily on the old, torn sofa and pulled Pragya’s close and positioned himself near her boob to proceed

He dipped the point of the rusted needle into the black liquid. This was the natural, old way: using simple carbon soot or plant dye mixed with water, applied with a single sharp point—a method known to be much more painful than modern machines because it relies purely on the artist's hand.

Ranga held her soft wrist steady. He started the procedure.
 
The First Mark: He began by tapping the sharp needle point into the side of her left boob. Each tap was a tiny, sharp sting. Pragya bit her lip hard to stop from crying out.

Drawing the Initial: Ranga worked slowly, deliberately. Tap, tap, tap. He was forming the letter 'R' for Ranga. The needle broke the top layer of her skin, and a tiny bead of blood appeared, followed by the black ink being pushed down into the shallow wound.

The Second Initial: Next to the 'R', he started the letter 'P' for Pragya. The pain was constant now, a deep, stinging ache with every rhythmic tap of the needle. Pragya closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything but the burning sensation on her boob.

The Heart: Finally, Ranga drew a small, rough heart shape around the two letters, R P. He filled the shape in with more taps. He pressed the needle in one last time to make the lines bolder.

The entire procedure took several agonizing minutes. When Ranga pulled the needle away, Pragya’s boobs was red and raw. Tiny drops of blood mixed with the black ink to form a dark, wet design: RP inside a rough heart over her upper side of her left boob.

Ranga looked at his work and was delighted. “There! Look, my doctor! Now we are together forever! A sign of our love!”
He wiped the area roughly with the corner of his shirt.

Pragya looked at the bleeding, painful design on her skin. She knew this painful, old-style tattoo, unlike the modern ones, would not swell up much right away, but it would ache and throb badly for the next few days. The pain was real, but the deed was done.

Pragya - “Yes, Ranga. It’s… it’s done,” she said, massaging her reddish breast.
 
She put on a sari, and semi torn petticoat, and blouse and sat near him. Then he drew a lighter from his pocket and started smoking his beedi , she took a gutka pocket from his shirt pocket poured the gutka in her month and started chewing it.