Incest Disha:Lactating mom(Kamadhenu cow)- Exploited by Elders-Gold Grade Scenes-25*|1 Video

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Scene 16

The room was spinning. The only thing holding me to the earth was the heavy weight of Mummy ji on top of me and the relentless rhythm of the pink strap on inside me.  

"Now for the finale," Mummy ji panted, sweat dripping from her forehead onto my nose. "Full speed! Let me know how close you are, my cow!"  

She didn't wait for an answer. She started grinding her hips furiously. Slap. Slap. Slap. The friction was unbearable in the best way. I was thrashing my head on the pillow, my hands gripping the sheets so hard my nails were tearing the fabric.  

"I'm close!" I gasped. "Mummy ji, I'm close!"  

But suddenly, Mummy ji stiffened. She looked back over her shoulder.  

Papa ji was groaning loudly behind her, his movements becoming jerky and desperate.  

"Stop it!" Mummy ji shouted at him. "You are in my ass! You didn't even wear a condom! Pull out!"  

Papa ji didn't listen. He couldn't hear her. He let out a long, guttural roar and shoved himself deep into her backside one last time, holding her hips in a death grip.  

"Oh god!" Mummy ji winced, feeling the warm flood inside her.  

He held it there for a few seconds, shaking, before finally pulling out with a wet sound. He slumped back for a second, catching his breath.  

Mummy ji glared at him, even though she was still inside me. "You old fool," she scolded breathlessly. "You should have waited for Bahu to finish first. Now look at the mess."  

Papa ji didn't apologize. He stood up. He walked around the bed, his legs shaky but his eyes focused. He was still half hard, glistening and dirty from where he had just been.  

He stood right close to my face. He looked down at me. I was trapped, Mummy ji pounding away below, and Papa ji looming above.  

I saw what he wanted.  

"No," I pleaded, shaking my head violently. "No, no, Papa ji... don't do it. Please."  

My heart was hammering. I was terrified. It was too dirty. He had just been inside his wife’s rear, and now he wanted me?  

Papa ji didn't care about my protests. To him, I was just the vessel to be used, the land to be conquered.  

"Bahu," he said, his voice rough and commanding. "Please clean it."  

He didn't wait. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand to hold me steady. He pushed his cock straight into my open mouth.  

"Mmph!" I gagged.  

I was horrified. The taste was overwhelming, shit, sweat, and the raw scent of their marriage. Tears pricked my eyes from the humiliation.  

But then... the shock hit my brain.  

The feeling of being completely filled, Mummy ji stretching me down below and Papa ji filling my throat, flipped a switch in my head. I wasn't just Disha anymore. I was the family slut. I was the property.  

The degradation gave me a massive kick.  

"Do it!" Mummy ji screamed, sensing my change, pounding into me harder than ever. "Cum for us!"  

My body tightened like a bowstring. The vibration of Papa ji in my mouth and the thrusting of Mummy ji in my womb collided.  

"MMMMPH!"  

I screamed into Papa ji’s flesh. I let it out. My climax hit me like a train. I shook violently, my toes curling, my insides clamping down on Mummy ji’s strap on while I sucked desperately on Papa ji, cleaning him just like a good Bahu with my tongue, tears streaming down my face as I drowned in the family’s madness.