22-02-2026, 12:06 PM
Giridhar Sir stepped behind my wife suddenly, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his hands grabbing the back of her yellow blouse from behind, his fingers clutching the yellow blouse tightly. He yanked the yellow blouse hard, the front hooks popping open one by one with sharp snaps, the yellow blouse tearing open down the front, the yellow blouse ripping apart as he dragged it down her arms, peeling the yellow blouse completely off her shoulders, stripping it off her body, leaving her standing only in her white bra and yellow petticoat, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, the white bra cups hugging her full boobs tightly, her navel deep and inviting exposed above the yellow petticoat waistband, her pussy mound outlined softly through the panties and yellow petticoat, her ass cheeks round and full under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her body stunningly sexy and vulnerable, her boobs full and round inside the white bra, her hips flaring wide, her ass cheeks plump and jiggling, her thighs thick and juicy, every curve glowing and irresistible.
My wife cried out in shock, her boobs bouncing inside the white bra from the sudden strip, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching, tears streaming down her cheeks. She ran behind the Cameraman, hiding against him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her boobs against his back over her white bra, her navel deep and exposed, her ass cheeks jiggling under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs trembling as she clung to him, sobbing.
"Daddy... help me... please...," she cried, her voice breaking, tears soaking his shirt, her boobs crushing against the Cameraman’s back over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs pressing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she hugged him tighter, her navel deep and exposed, her hips flaring against him.
The Cameraman turned around fully in her grip, facing her now, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her close into a full embrace, his hands sliding down to grab her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted slightly, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt her boobs pressing against his chest over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks soft and full in his hands, his fingers digging into the curves through the yellow petticoat, savoring her warmth, her curves, her fear, his face showing pure pervert lust and control as he held her close.
His hands roamed all over her back, fingers gliding slowly up and down her spine over her white bra straps, tracing the back of her white bra band, squeezing the white bra edges gently, feeling the soft cotton of the white bra against her glowing back, his palms sliding lower to her lower back, then up again to her shoulder blades, pressing her boobs harder against his chest over her white bra, his thumbs brushing the white bra straps on her shoulders, his touch possessive and hungry, savoring every inch of her back, the way her white bra hugged her boobs from behind, his cock pulsing against her belly, his face half-closed eyes in ecstasy, lips parted in pleasure, breathing heavy as he felt her tremble in his arms, his pervert lust growing with every roaming touch.
"Stop, Giridhar Sir... stop this... let her go... don’t hurt my baby," the Cameraman said, his voice calm but firm, his cock throbbing harder as he felt her boobs and ass cheeks against him.
Giridhar Sir yelled at the Cameraman, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his face red with rage.
"This short film drama was just for me and the boys to fuck her! Step away! She is ours! We will have her... you can’t stop us!" Giridhar Sir shouted, his voice booming, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his eyes wild with lust and anger.
I reached them, my heart pounding with terror, my voice shouting.
"Stop! Leave her alone! She is my wife!" I yelled, my cock hard with helpless rage.
Giridhar Sir turned to me, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice threatening.
"Step back... or I call the principal right now... cancel her degree... ruin her life... you know I can... move... or she loses everything!" Giridhar Sir yelled, his eyes cold, his cock throbbing with power, scaring me into hesitation.
I froze, fear gripping me, my heart pounding with terror for her dream, her degree, my promise to her, my voice shaking.
"Sir... please... don’t... I won’t stop you... don’t call... please... her dream... don’t ruin it," I begged, stepping back slowly, my heart breaking, my cock hard with helpless rage and fear.
My wife watched me step back, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching, understanding dawning through her fear — I was stepping back for her degree, for her dream, for her future, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung tighter to the Cameraman, sobbing harder, her boobs pressing against him over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she hugged him tighter, her heart breaking and grateful at the same time.
The boys stood close, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, surrounding us, their faces angry and horny, their breathing heavy, their hands clenching, their bodies blocking every exit, their eyes on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their cocks hard and ready, cornering us so she couldn’t escape without them fucking her, their presence menacing, their lust palpable.
My wife and I were cornered, fear gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving inside the white bra, her large dark eyes filled with terror and tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as they controlled us, controlled her, in the luxurious living room. If my wife refused to act, Giridhar Sir would call the board and the principal and ruin her dream.
The Cameraman hugged my wife tightly in his arms, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his hands grabbing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them possessively, his fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, feeling the warmth of her ass cheeks, his palms roaming slowly over her ass cheeks, kneading them gently, savoring how full and round they felt in his grip, his cock pulsing with pervert excitement as he pressed her boobs harder against his chest over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her navel deep and exposed, her hips flaring wide against him, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt every inch of her body, his pervert lust growing with every squeeze of her ass cheeks, his hands sliding up her lower back then down again to grab her ass cheeks harder, feeling the panty line visible over her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing violently against her belly, his face showing pure control and horny desire as he held her close.
He looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys, his voice calm but commanding.
"Enough... no violence... Giridhar Sir... boys... control yourselves... Sudha is like my daughter... she will listen to whatever I say... she trusts daddy... she will cooperate... I will let you all fuck her... but only on my conditions," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his hands still squeezing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers digging deeper into her ass cheeks, feeling every soft curve, his palms kneading them slowly, savoring how they filled his hands, his cock pulsing with pervert excitement as he held her close.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with anger, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his fists clenching.
"What conditions? I will call the principal right now if she doesn’t cooperate!" Giridhar Sir shouted, his voice booming, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers.
The Cameraman smiled coldly, his cock throbbing against my wife’s belly, his hands still grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers roaming over her ass cheeks, feeling the panty line visible over her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, his palms kneading her ass cheeks harder, savoring every soft curve, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as he spoke.
"Threatening will not make a woman cooperate... one cannot enjoy without woman’s cooperation... she must want it... she must give herself willingly... open her pussy for you... spread her thighs for you... moan for you... beg for you... if she is scared... she will never give you that... she must feel safe... feel loved... then she will surrender... then you can fuck her properly... deep... hard... make her cum... make her yours... but only if she wants it... first condition... all of you... go on your knees... apologise to her... say sorry for scaring her... for slapping her... then she will listen to daddy... then she will let you fuck her," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing violently against her belly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers digging deeper, feeling every curve of her ass cheeks, his palms kneading them slowly, savoring how full and soft they felt, his cock pulsing with pervert lust as he held her close.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with anger, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his fists clenching, looking at the boys, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, their faces furious, but they knew the Cameraman controlled the situation.
Giridhar Sir looked at the boys, then at my wife in the Cameraman’s arms, her boobs heaving over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling against him, her plump ass cheeks being squeezed by the Cameraman over her yellow petticoat.
Giridhar Sir dropped to his knees, his cock still throbbing in his trousers, anger burning in his eyes, but he bowed his head.
"Sudha... I am sorry... for slapping you... for scaring you... please forgive me," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low and forced, his cock throbbing with suppressed rage.
The boys followed, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, dropping to their knees one by one, their faces angry and horny, their eyes still on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
"Sudha akka... sorry... we scared you... please forgive us," Arjun said, his cock throbbing.
"Sudha akka... sorry... we didn’t mean to scare you," Vikram said, his cock throbbing.
"Sudha akka... sorry... forgive us," Suresh said, his cock throbbing.
"Sudha akka... sorry... please," Karthik said, his cock throbbing.
My wife felt relieved, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her large dark eyes still teary but softening, her thick juicy thighs trembling less under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks relaxing slightly in the Cameraman’s hands over her yellow petticoat.
The Cameraman looked at my wife, his cock throbbing in his black pants against her belly, his hands still grabbing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently.
"My baby... accept their apology... forgive them... daddy wants you to be happy... daddy wants you to cooperate... to let them fuck you... forgive them... for daddy," he said softly, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands kneading her ass cheeks slowly over the yellow petticoat, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as he felt her curves.
My wife looked at them on their knees, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes soft, tears drying slowly.
"Okay... I forgive you all...," she said softly, her voice trembling but relieved, her thick juicy thighs relaxing under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting in the Cameraman’s hands over her yellow petticoat.
My wife and I were still cornered, fear lingering in the air, my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes filled with mixed relief and fear, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as they controlled us, controlled her, in the luxurious living room.
My wife cried out in shock, her boobs bouncing inside the white bra from the sudden strip, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching, tears streaming down her cheeks. She ran behind the Cameraman, hiding against him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her boobs against his back over her white bra, her navel deep and exposed, her ass cheeks jiggling under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs trembling as she clung to him, sobbing.
"Daddy... help me... please...," she cried, her voice breaking, tears soaking his shirt, her boobs crushing against the Cameraman’s back over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs pressing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she hugged him tighter, her navel deep and exposed, her hips flaring against him.
The Cameraman turned around fully in her grip, facing her now, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her close into a full embrace, his hands sliding down to grab her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted slightly, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt her boobs pressing against his chest over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks soft and full in his hands, his fingers digging into the curves through the yellow petticoat, savoring her warmth, her curves, her fear, his face showing pure pervert lust and control as he held her close.
His hands roamed all over her back, fingers gliding slowly up and down her spine over her white bra straps, tracing the back of her white bra band, squeezing the white bra edges gently, feeling the soft cotton of the white bra against her glowing back, his palms sliding lower to her lower back, then up again to her shoulder blades, pressing her boobs harder against his chest over her white bra, his thumbs brushing the white bra straps on her shoulders, his touch possessive and hungry, savoring every inch of her back, the way her white bra hugged her boobs from behind, his cock pulsing against her belly, his face half-closed eyes in ecstasy, lips parted in pleasure, breathing heavy as he felt her tremble in his arms, his pervert lust growing with every roaming touch.
"Stop, Giridhar Sir... stop this... let her go... don’t hurt my baby," the Cameraman said, his voice calm but firm, his cock throbbing harder as he felt her boobs and ass cheeks against him.
Giridhar Sir yelled at the Cameraman, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his face red with rage.
"This short film drama was just for me and the boys to fuck her! Step away! She is ours! We will have her... you can’t stop us!" Giridhar Sir shouted, his voice booming, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his eyes wild with lust and anger.
I reached them, my heart pounding with terror, my voice shouting.
"Stop! Leave her alone! She is my wife!" I yelled, my cock hard with helpless rage.
Giridhar Sir turned to me, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice threatening.
"Step back... or I call the principal right now... cancel her degree... ruin her life... you know I can... move... or she loses everything!" Giridhar Sir yelled, his eyes cold, his cock throbbing with power, scaring me into hesitation.
I froze, fear gripping me, my heart pounding with terror for her dream, her degree, my promise to her, my voice shaking.
"Sir... please... don’t... I won’t stop you... don’t call... please... her dream... don’t ruin it," I begged, stepping back slowly, my heart breaking, my cock hard with helpless rage and fear.
My wife watched me step back, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching, understanding dawning through her fear — I was stepping back for her degree, for her dream, for her future, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung tighter to the Cameraman, sobbing harder, her boobs pressing against him over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she hugged him tighter, her heart breaking and grateful at the same time.
The boys stood close, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, surrounding us, their faces angry and horny, their breathing heavy, their hands clenching, their bodies blocking every exit, their eyes on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their cocks hard and ready, cornering us so she couldn’t escape without them fucking her, their presence menacing, their lust palpable.
My wife and I were cornered, fear gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving inside the white bra, her large dark eyes filled with terror and tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as they controlled us, controlled her, in the luxurious living room. If my wife refused to act, Giridhar Sir would call the board and the principal and ruin her dream.
The Cameraman hugged my wife tightly in his arms, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his hands grabbing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them possessively, his fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, feeling the warmth of her ass cheeks, his palms roaming slowly over her ass cheeks, kneading them gently, savoring how full and round they felt in his grip, his cock pulsing with pervert excitement as he pressed her boobs harder against his chest over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her navel deep and exposed, her hips flaring wide against him, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt every inch of her body, his pervert lust growing with every squeeze of her ass cheeks, his hands sliding up her lower back then down again to grab her ass cheeks harder, feeling the panty line visible over her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing violently against her belly, his face showing pure control and horny desire as he held her close.
He looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys, his voice calm but commanding.
"Enough... no violence... Giridhar Sir... boys... control yourselves... Sudha is like my daughter... she will listen to whatever I say... she trusts daddy... she will cooperate... I will let you all fuck her... but only on my conditions," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his hands still squeezing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers digging deeper into her ass cheeks, feeling every soft curve, his palms kneading them slowly, savoring how they filled his hands, his cock pulsing with pervert excitement as he held her close.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with anger, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his fists clenching.
"What conditions? I will call the principal right now if she doesn’t cooperate!" Giridhar Sir shouted, his voice booming, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers.
The Cameraman smiled coldly, his cock throbbing against my wife’s belly, his hands still grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers roaming over her ass cheeks, feeling the panty line visible over her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, his palms kneading her ass cheeks harder, savoring every soft curve, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as he spoke.
"Threatening will not make a woman cooperate... one cannot enjoy without woman’s cooperation... she must want it... she must give herself willingly... open her pussy for you... spread her thighs for you... moan for you... beg for you... if she is scared... she will never give you that... she must feel safe... feel loved... then she will surrender... then you can fuck her properly... deep... hard... make her cum... make her yours... but only if she wants it... first condition... all of you... go on your knees... apologise to her... say sorry for scaring her... for slapping her... then she will listen to daddy... then she will let you fuck her," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing violently against her belly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers digging deeper, feeling every curve of her ass cheeks, his palms kneading them slowly, savoring how full and soft they felt, his cock pulsing with pervert lust as he held her close.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with anger, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his fists clenching, looking at the boys, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, their faces furious, but they knew the Cameraman controlled the situation.
Giridhar Sir looked at the boys, then at my wife in the Cameraman’s arms, her boobs heaving over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling against him, her plump ass cheeks being squeezed by the Cameraman over her yellow petticoat.
Giridhar Sir dropped to his knees, his cock still throbbing in his trousers, anger burning in his eyes, but he bowed his head.
"Sudha... I am sorry... for slapping you... for scaring you... please forgive me," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low and forced, his cock throbbing with suppressed rage.
The boys followed, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, dropping to their knees one by one, their faces angry and horny, their eyes still on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
"Sudha akka... sorry... we scared you... please forgive us," Arjun said, his cock throbbing.
"Sudha akka... sorry... we didn’t mean to scare you," Vikram said, his cock throbbing.
"Sudha akka... sorry... forgive us," Suresh said, his cock throbbing.
"Sudha akka... sorry... please," Karthik said, his cock throbbing.
My wife felt relieved, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her large dark eyes still teary but softening, her thick juicy thighs trembling less under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks relaxing slightly in the Cameraman’s hands over her yellow petticoat.
The Cameraman looked at my wife, his cock throbbing in his black pants against her belly, his hands still grabbing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently.
"My baby... accept their apology... forgive them... daddy wants you to be happy... daddy wants you to cooperate... to let them fuck you... forgive them... for daddy," he said softly, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands kneading her ass cheeks slowly over the yellow petticoat, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as he felt her curves.
My wife looked at them on their knees, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes soft, tears drying slowly.
"Okay... I forgive you all...," she said softly, her voice trembling but relieved, her thick juicy thighs relaxing under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting in the Cameraman’s hands over her yellow petticoat.
My wife and I were still cornered, fear lingering in the air, my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes filled with mixed relief and fear, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as they controlled us, controlled her, in the luxurious living room.
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