divya

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After her orgasm, Lalla kept stroking her roughly for two more minutes.

‎His thick cock slammed in and out of her dripping pussy with wet, brutal slaps.

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‎ Divya’s body jerked with every thrust — breasts bouncing wildly, mangalsutra chain slapping against her sweaty chest, nipples still sore and swollen from earlier pinching.

‎Her thighs trembled, juices running down in thick streams, mixing with his pre-cum on the bathroom floor tiles.

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‎She moaned brokenly, “Aah… uncle ji… bas… abhi… mmm…”

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‎Suddenly someone knocked hard on the door.

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‎“Lalla! Station aa raha hai!”

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‎Divya’s eyes flew open. She looked at Lalla in panic.

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‎Lalla groaned in frustration. He pulled his cock out slowly — wet, glistening, still rock-hard and throbbing.

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‎ Cum and her juices made strings between them. Divya’s pussy gaped for a second — red, swollen, leaking.

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‎He stepped to the door. Opened it just a crack — enough to see outside.

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‎A man stood there — same age, same dirty look, another samosa seller.

‎ He saw Divya through the gap — naked, breasts heaving, hands trying to cover them shyly, face flushed.

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‎The man’s eyes widened. Dirty smile spread.

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‎Lalla said quick, “Bucket khali ho gaya. Main aata hoon.”

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‎He closed the door.

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‎Then turned to Divya.

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‎He slapped her ass hard — loud crack echoed in small bathroom.

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‎ Red handprint bloomed instantly on her fair cheek.

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‎“Peeche se karunga ab,” he said.

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‎He turned her around rough.

‎Bent her forward.

‎ Divya put both hands on water pump.

‎  Ass out. Legs spread.

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‎Lalla slapped her ass again — harder. Twice more.

‎ Each slap made her cry out — “Aah… uncle ji…!”

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‎Then he roughly put his cock at her pussy entrance.

‎Head rubbed her swollen lips once.

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‎Then slammed in full force.

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‎Divya shouted loud — “AHHHH… phir se… … AHHH!”

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‎He started drilling her roughly. No mercy. Hands gripped her hips like vise — fingers digging deep bruises.

‎Cock pounded deep, fast, brutal.

‎Each thrust bottomed out hard — balls slapping her clit wetly.

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‎ Breasts swung forward with every slam.

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‎Divya moaned and shouted for every stroke.

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‎“Aah… abbahh…  uncle ji… please..mm ..mm .... abbahh ......AHHH…!”

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‎She got orgasm two times in five minutes.

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‎First one hit fast — body shaking, walls clamping tight around his cock. “AHHH…  phir se…!” Juices squirted out around his shaft.

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‎HE given stroking without gap.

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‎Second one even stronger — legs buckled.

‎ divya shouted “AHHH… uncle ji… mar jaungi… andar hi… AHHH!” Cunt spasmed violently. More juices gushed.

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‎Lalla didn’t stop.

‎ Kept drilling rough — five minutes continuous. Grunts loud.

‎Sweat dripped from his body onto her back.

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‎Finally he groaned deep — “Le beti… andar hi… daaloongaa…!”

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‎He thrust deep one last time.

‎Held there.

‎Hot thick seeds spurted inside her — pulse after pulse.

‎Filled her completely. Overflowed.

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‎ Leaked down her thighs in sticky white lines. Mixed with her juices. Fell on tiles with soft plops.

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‎He stayed buried inside long time. Breathing heavy like bull.

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‎Then pulled out slow. Cum poured out more — thick, creamy. Dripped on floor.

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‎Divya collapsed forward — hands on sink, legs shaking. Breasts heaving. Tears on cheeks. Pussy red, gaping, leaking his seed.

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‎Lalla slapped her ass once more — light this time. Smiled dirty.

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‎“Bahut achha tha, beti.”

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‎He wore lungi quick. Opened door. Left.

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‎Divya stayed there. . Cleaned up with water. .

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