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

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Scene 22


The buzzing of the purple wand stopped. I lay there, gasping, my body still twitching from the forced pleasure. I thought it was over. I thought I could rest.  

But Papa ji tapped my hip with his heavy hand.  

"Now, it's time, Bahu," he grunted, his voice thick and demanding. "Turn over. On your knees."  

My eyes flew open. I knew exactly what he wanted. I shook my head violently, clutching the bedsheet.  

"No," I pleaded, scooting back. "No, Papa ji. Not there. It’s not possible. It hurts too much."  

He grabbed my ankle and pulled me back. "Everything is possible."  

"Please!" I begged, looking at Mummy ji for help. "At least wear a condom! Please! It’s dirty!"  

Papa ji laughed, a low rumble in his chest. "Condom? Nobody uses condoms in our family, Bahu. We do it village style. Skin on skin. That is how we do it."  

He positioned himself behind me. I clenched my muscles tight. It was impossible. I was too dry, too scared back there.  

"Wait," Mummy ji interrupted, seeing my panic. "She is too tight. You will tear her. Let me first make it wet."  

She reached into the black box again. She pulled out a small, glass plug. It looked cold and hard.  

"Just to make it easy?" I thought, my mind racing. "What kind of toys do they have in this house?"  

Mummy ji applied some oil from the nightstand onto the plug and then onto me. She didn't ask. She pushed the plug inside me.  

"Ahhh!" I hissed.  

"Relax," she commanded. "Let it stretch you."  

She worked the plug in and out for a minute while Papa ji stood there, watching my backside soften and open up, his eyes hungry.  

"Ready," Mummy ji declared. She pulled the plug out with a pop.  

Before I could close up, Papa ji shoved himself forward.  

"Oh god!" I screamed into the pillow as he entered me. He was thick, rough, and he didn't hold back. He filled me up in a way that felt wrong and yet devastatingly full.  

I was on all fours, swaying with his thrusts. But Mummy ji wasn't done.  

"My turn," she whispered.  

She crawled under me, lying on her back on the mattress, right beneath my heaving chest. My breasts were dangling down, heavy and leaking.  

Mummy ji reached up and latched onto my nipples.  

I was being attacked from all sides. Papa ji was pounding me from behind, stretching me to my limit. Mummy ji was sucking the life out of my breasts from below. And inside, my own body was vibrating with a confused, overwhelming heat.  

Three sensations hit me at once. The pain in my back, the suction on my chest, and the friction in my core.  

"Faster!" Papa ji roared.  

"Mmph!" Mummy ji hummed against my skin.  

I couldn't take it anymore. My brain shut down. My body took over. A wave of pressure built up in my stomach, sharper and harder than ever before.  

"I... I can't hold it!" I screamed.  

Splosh.  

I squirted. I released a fountain of fluid right there on the bed, soaking the sheets, soaking Mummy ji’s face, soaking everything. It was too much. I collapsed onto my elbows, shaking uncontrollably.  

Mummy ji wiped her face, smiling through the mess. "Look at that," she laughed. "A true fountain."  

Papa ji groaned. He pulled out of me with a wet sound. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.  

"Clean it," he ordered, breathless, shoving his hardness toward my face.  

"No," I cried, weak and broken. "I can't..."  

"Clean it!"  

I didn't have the strength to fight. I opened my mouth. As I took him in, my resistance shattered. He thrust twice and then exploded. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, as he poured himself into my mouth. Mummy ji leaned in and kissed me, sharing the taste, making it a sick, twisted family moment.  

When they finally pulled away, I snapped.  

I pushed Papa ji back. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.  

"No more training!" I shouted, my voice cracking. "I will manage! Stop this madness! I will leave this house right now if you don't stop it! I don't care about the land!"  

The room went silent. Papa ji looked annoyed, but Mummy ji looked calm. She stood up and fixed her saree.  

"You don't have to get hyper about it, Bahu," she said coolly. "We are done for today. We leave it to you now."  

She picked up the black box and tossed it onto the bed next to me.  

"But take these toys with you," she added. "When you are with Neha Bhabhi... you will need them. Or she will use something much bigger on you."  

"Get out!" I pointed at the door. "Both of you! Just get out!"  

Papa ji shrugged, zipping up his pants. They walked out of the room, looking satisfied, like they had just finished a morning workout.  

I lunged at the door. I slammed it shut. BAM.  

I turned the lock with shaking fingers. I slid down against the bed, burying my face in my knees, listening to the silence of the house and the sound of my own sobbing.