10-04-2026, 03:44 PM
"I haven't had nearly enough of you today; why are you leaving? Stay back—let's have fun all night long."
"Another time. It's just a matter of a month or two. I really have to go right now." He leaned in to kiss Malika, then slipped a hand beneath her top and gave her tits a squeeze. "Alright, I'm off."
"You're so cruel." She pressed against Kallan's Lund (cock) right through his trousers, then started the car, turned it around, and drove away. As soon as she was gone, Kallan turned around, walked up to the door of his house, and began fumbling with the lock.
"Excuse me, Sir." Hearing the voice, he spun around—only to have a strong hand clamp a cloth over his nose. He began to struggle, trying to push the man away, but it felt as though all the strength had drained from his body; nevertheless, summoning every ounce of his remaining power, he managed to shove the man back.
Kallan’s heart pounded with terror; the man looked exactly like Rajasahab—and he possessed the same formidable strength. Reeling from the shove, Rajasahab stumbled and fell. Kallan grabbed a brick lying nearby and hurled it at him, but Rajasahab dodged the attack and delivered a swift kick to Kallan's legs. As Kallan crashed to the ground, flat on his back, Rajasahab climbed atop his chest and pressed a chloroform-soaked napkin firmly against his nose. Kallan was now completely unconscious.
Rajasahab stood up and glanced around—the coast was clear. He retrieved a pair of handcuffs from a kit strapped to his waist; rolling Kallan onto his stomach, he pulled the man's arms behind his back and cuffed them securely. Then, he jogged over to fetch his car, loaded Kallan into the vehicle, and drove away from the scene.
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It was midnight, and Menaka lay in her bed, sleep miles away from her eyes. She was tormented by thoughts of Raja Sahib. She turned over, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep, but she was instantly reminded of the intense fucking she had experienced just the previous night at her parents' home—specifically, how her father-in-law had thoroughly ravished her right under her mother's nose. As memories of their sexual encounter flooded back, her Choot (pussy) began to throb with desire, and she slipped a finger inside. Rubbing her thighs together, she began to thrust her finger in and out of her Choot (pussy). Even the light nightie she was wearing now felt heavy and stifling against her skin. She rose, stripped it off, and then—clutching a large pillow tightly against her chest—she began to rub her clitoris with her finger, seeking to quell the burning fire raging within her body. She was desperately required some good shots of her FIL’s Lund.
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That's it for the day. See you soon with another episode, until then bye from Maitri.
JAY BHARAT.
"Another time. It's just a matter of a month or two. I really have to go right now." He leaned in to kiss Malika, then slipped a hand beneath her top and gave her tits a squeeze. "Alright, I'm off."
"You're so cruel." She pressed against Kallan's Lund (cock) right through his trousers, then started the car, turned it around, and drove away. As soon as she was gone, Kallan turned around, walked up to the door of his house, and began fumbling with the lock.
"Excuse me, Sir." Hearing the voice, he spun around—only to have a strong hand clamp a cloth over his nose. He began to struggle, trying to push the man away, but it felt as though all the strength had drained from his body; nevertheless, summoning every ounce of his remaining power, he managed to shove the man back.
Kallan’s heart pounded with terror; the man looked exactly like Rajasahab—and he possessed the same formidable strength. Reeling from the shove, Rajasahab stumbled and fell. Kallan grabbed a brick lying nearby and hurled it at him, but Rajasahab dodged the attack and delivered a swift kick to Kallan's legs. As Kallan crashed to the ground, flat on his back, Rajasahab climbed atop his chest and pressed a chloroform-soaked napkin firmly against his nose. Kallan was now completely unconscious.
Rajasahab stood up and glanced around—the coast was clear. He retrieved a pair of handcuffs from a kit strapped to his waist; rolling Kallan onto his stomach, he pulled the man's arms behind his back and cuffed them securely. Then, he jogged over to fetch his car, loaded Kallan into the vehicle, and drove away from the scene.
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It was midnight, and Menaka lay in her bed, sleep miles away from her eyes. She was tormented by thoughts of Raja Sahib. She turned over, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep, but she was instantly reminded of the intense fucking she had experienced just the previous night at her parents' home—specifically, how her father-in-law had thoroughly ravished her right under her mother's nose. As memories of their sexual encounter flooded back, her Choot (pussy) began to throb with desire, and she slipped a finger inside. Rubbing her thighs together, she began to thrust her finger in and out of her Choot (pussy). Even the light nightie she was wearing now felt heavy and stifling against her skin. She rose, stripped it off, and then—clutching a large pillow tightly against her chest—she began to rub her clitoris with her finger, seeking to quell the burning fire raging within her body. She was desperately required some good shots of her FIL’s Lund.
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That's it for the day. See you soon with another episode, until then bye from Maitri.
JAY BHARAT.
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