PART 41 ( The new job and new turning points)
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The next morning, the reality of their empty pockets felt heavier than the humid air of Dirvaanga.
Sleeping naked with Pragya laying her on Ranga’s chest. Ranga is in deep thing while crashing Pragya’s hair as now he is not some drunkard who can roam freely and do as he like.
Ranga – “Jaan today I’m going to search for a new job. “With crashing gently at her navel, he kissed her forehead. Which waked Pragya who was in half sleep
Pragya – “Why rush Bhava I asked my friend for help by sending a letter, she might get some ideas, but I’m not sure. But I will look after you don’t worry”
Ranga - “But I’m your husband and its my responsibility to get at least a stable living “
Pragya – “Then I will also try to get any work if possible, we should not be a burden to this family as a free guest “
Ranga - “ I don’t like making you work as a random worker but we have no choice I guess”
Pragya and Ranga informed the couple as they are going to search for some job to make living and left to the village.
They walked through the village, a desperate pair. Ranga moved with a slight limp, his old eyes scanning every gate.
Ranga - "I am 65, Pragya," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Who will hire a man whose hands shake like dry leaves?"
Pragya - "Don't say that," Pragya replied, her 25-year-old face set in a mask of determination. "You have the wisdom they lack."
They approached the village warehouse—a massive, rusted tin building where farmers stored sacks of grain and dried chilies. The owner, a stern man with a thick Mustache, was barking orders at laborers.
Owner ( Manchanth )- "I need a watchman," the owner said, eyeing Ranga’s frail frame. "Someone to stay awake all night to keep the rats and the thieves away. Can you stay awake, old man? Or will you sleep like a stone?"
Ranga straightened his back as much as he could. "I have lived a life of service, Sahab. I do not sleep when there is a duty. I only ask for a corner to sit and a few coins."
Munchanth grunted. "Fine. Start tonight. hundred rupees and a bag of broken rice per week. “
Ranga turned to Pragya, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and pain. He had a job, but it meant leaving her alone in the dark house with Madhav and Savitri. He was determined to work hard to move out from there.
While Ranga secured his spot, Pragya wandered the streets alone. Her beauty was a curse in this place. Men stopped their bicycles to stare at her smooth, ivory skin and her elegant gait, even in her cheap, mud-stained saree.
She asked at the small tea stall, the tailor shop, and the local college. Each time, the answer was the same: "You are too soft for this work," or "We have no place for a city girl."
By 3:00 PM, she returned to the hut, her feet blistered and her spirit broken. Savitri was sitting on the porch, sorting through a pile of dirty, yellowed clothes.
She looked at Pragya’s radiant face with a hidden flicker wickedness came into her mind. The innocent looking Savitri want Pragya to loose confident so that she could accomplish her plan she has in mind
Savitri threw a heavy, mud-caked cloth toward Pragya’s feet. "Still no work, dear ?
Pragya sat on the dirt floor, exhausted. "No one wants to hire me, Savitri ji. They think I am too fragile."
Savitri smirked, her eyes scanning Pragya’s delicate hands. "There is one job no one wants. Why you go to that extent to get a job , you can relax here , I heard your husband got a job why worry “
Pragya – “ No I cant be a free guest as a burden Savithri ji, also I need to support my husband “
Savitri – “You are too humble and wise. But what can I do only if I had continued my laundry business till now . I would hire you as a helper and give you double salary”
Savithri – “ It brought in good money—more than Madhav’s milk sometimes. But my back... it gave out years ago. Now we just get by."
Pragya’s eyes lit up. She saw a flicker of hope. "Savitri Di, let me do it. I have the strength. I can take over your old customers. We need the money, and it's better than wandering the streets."
Savitri looked at Pragya’s delicate frame and ivory skin. She shook her head quickly. "No. This village is a den of wolves. They will see a beauty like you and you would be in danger. I can't let you do that."
Pragya - "We have no choice," she insisted, taking Savitri’s rough hands in hers. "Ranga is old, and my family... they aren't coming for me. Let me work. Please."
Reluctantly, Savitri agreed. "Fine. But I am coming with you to the houses. I know some very well and how they behave ."
After informing Savithri , Pragya walked toward the warehouse where Ranga was already sweeping the floor. Her love flared up—a fierce, obsessive need to protect him at any cost.
That night, before Ranga left for his first shift as a watchman, they sat together in their small room. The air was thick with the scent of the cheap oil lamp.
"You are going to do laundry, Pragya?" Ranga asked, holding her hands. He saw the small scratches on her fingers.
"The village will see you at the river like a servant. I cannot bear it."
Pragya pulled him close, her youth wrapping around his age like a vine. "Let them see. They see a washerwoman, but I see a wife who is keeping her husband safe. When you are at the warehouse tonight, remember that every shirt
I scrub is a step closer to us being together forever."
She kissed him deeply, a desperate, hungry kiss that made Ranga’s heart race. Outside the curtain, they heard the heavy footsteps of Madhav. He was lingering, listening to the sound of their whispers, his heart pounding with envy.
The morning mist hung low over Dirvaanga as Pragya stepped out, her slender frame already straining under the weight of the empty wicker basket. Her ivory skin, usually protected by the cool shade of a clinic, felt the first bite of the relentless tropical sun.
They walked together, Savitri’s silver anklets clinking a warning to the neighbours. At the first house, a group of men lounged on the porch. When they saw Pragya, they began to hoot and whistle. One man tossed a bundle of dirty lungis at her feet, laughing as the dust hit her face.
"Is this your new servant, Savitri?" he mocked. "Does she come with the laundry service, or is she just for show?"
Pragya’s face burned with shame, her fingers clenching around the wicker basket. Savitri stepped forward, her eyes
flashing. "Watch your tongue, boy! Respect is must . Pick that up and put it in the basket properly, or wash it yourself!"
The men grumbled but backed down. As they walked away, Savitri touched Pragya’s shoulder. "His name is Sarva he is one of the notorious guy in village, don’t listen to them, dear. They are just mud. Keep your head high. You’re doing this for love, and there’s no shame in that."
At the second house, a cramped mud structure with a leaking roof, an old woman named Maramma spat a glob of Gutka near Pragya’s feet. "So, Savitri is this your little showpiece " she croaked. She dragged out a sack of heavy, grease-stained burlap. "These are from the oil mill. If there’s a single spot of grease left, I won't give you any penny.
And don't look at me with those big city eyes—beauty doesn't scrub out oil."
Savitri – “Then wash it yourself, just give us any cloths that need laundry not a cloth that need miracle”
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At the third house, she encountered a fat dark man. "Hey, Dhoban!" he shouted, his eyes tracing the line of her throat. "My father’s lungis are in the back, but my inner-wear is right here." He tossed a damp, filthy pile of cloths directly at her face. Pragya flinched, the fabric hitting her shoulder. "I heard you married a man who can’t even stand straight," he mocked, leaning forward to catch a glimpse of her collarbone. "Why scrub for him when you could be scrubbing for us? We pay in more than just coins, sweetheart."
Savithri – “You bastard how dare you “
Pragya - “Leave it Savithri ji anyway im doing the job I need to face the consequences , I should show then I’m not a delicate flower”
Pragya - “She mister if you want your undergarments washed it will be triple the price and for tossing that on me, I will consider that a penalty of 1000 if not paid I will spread your action every house I go “
Vithrag - “You bitch do you know who I’m. I’m Vithrag , I work in central government as a railway master, I will make sure to pay you back “ he gave 1000 to pragya then lift his undergarment from her shoulder put it in her basket and left into the house.
Savithri - “ He is like a mad person in the village age 30 act like 15 sometime . but you got some queen energy there”
Pragya – “ Thank you Savithri ji”
By the seventh house, her arms were shaking. The basket was nearly full, and the wet weight of the basket was bruising her soft hip. An elderly man, the village blacksmith, saw her leaning against a fence to catch her breath. His eyes weren't filled with lust, but with a deep, weary pity.
"Daughter," he said softly, handing her a small copper tumbler of cold water. "This village is a graveyard for grace.
You have the face of a queen and the hands of a child. Why are you doing this to yourself? That old man of yours... he is a lucky devil, but he is leading you to your ruin."
Savithri – “ I told her Bhaiya but she won’t listen “
Pragya drank the water, her eyes stinging. "It is my choice, Uncle, but thank you " she whispered, her voice cracking. It was the only kind word she had heard all day, and it hurt more than the insults.
Once the basket was overflowing, Savitri stopped at the crossroads. "I have to go to the milk booth to collect our weekly payment. The river is just behind our house, down the slope. Go start there; I’ll join you as soon as I can."
Pragya nodded and headed to the water. The river behind the hut was secluded, but not private. As she knelt on the stones, the cold water soaking into her thin saree, she felt the familiar weight of the task. She began to scrub, her breath coming in short gasps.
Suddenly, a group of young men from the village, who had been bathing upstream, drifted down. They stood in the shallow water, their eyes locked onto Pragya. The wet fabric of her saree clung to her body, making her look like a marble statue come to life.
She tried to beat a heavy bedsheet against the stone, but the weight of the water-soaked fabric was too much. It slipped from her grip, swirling into the muddy current.
"Look at the city doll!" a group of men washing their buffaloes laughed. "She handles a sheet like it’s made of glass!
Hey, girl, let the water soak through that thin saree of yours—we want to see if the city girls are built the same as ours!"
The comments turned darker, more vulgar which Pragya secretly liked when they admired her body .
"I bet those thighs are as white as milk," one man yelled, his eyes fixed on her as her wet saree clung to her legs,
becoming translucent in the midday glare. "Imagine that old servant Ranga trying to touch a woman like that. It’s a crime against nature!"
Pragya’s knuckles were raw, the lye in the cheap soap burning into her open sores. She was exhausted, her vision blurring from the heat, but she kept scrubbing, her love with Ranga acting as her only fuel.
"Hey, Dhoban!" another shouted, splashing water toward her. "Why wash those old rags? Come closer, let's see if that city skin is as soft as it looks. I’ve got a coin here if you’ll just turn around and smile for us."
Vulgar comments followed—words about her youth, her "old husband," and what they would do if they caught her alone in the tall grass. Pragya’s heart raced.mixed feeling of hate and arousal hit her mind while she slams the bedsheet against the stone—thwack, thwack—trying to drown out mixed thought out of her mind .
While Pragya suffered under the sun, back at the hut, a different kind of tension was brewing.
Madhav stood by the small, square window of the kitchen. He was jerking his cock by looking at the semi exposed body of pragya though the window .
His thick cock was gripped tightly as he watched the sweaty navel exposed and the heavy firm boobs hanging as she bend to wash the clothes Pragya’s distant figure by the river.
His chest heaved with a heavy, rhythmic breath. To him, she was a prize—a piece of forbidden fruit that he intended to taste, regardless of Ranga’s existence.
His eyes were fixed over the exposed body of her and while her sweat drops dropped from navel line in her petticoat he exploded on the wall beneath the window.
The journey back from the river was a slow, agonizing crawl. Pragya’s body felt like it was made of lead, every muscle screaming from the unaccustomed labor.
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As she walked, the damp basket pressed against her hip, the smell of the village's laundry rising in the humid air.
Then there were the men's lungis, heavy with the scent of tobacco, dried sweat, and the musk of field labor. The aroma and the sweat smell ignited the arousal in her, the thought of their undergarment and sweaty smell where making her wet in her vagina
And the dirty petticoats of the village women’s make her think differently about her feeling towards them. They were stained with the grey soot of wood-fired kitchens and the intimate marks of women.
By the time she reached the hut, Pragya was a vision of exhausted, toxic beauty. Her face, once porcelain and perfect, was flushed a deep, feverish pink. Trails of sweat ran down her neck, disappearing into the hollow of her collarbone and disappeared in her braless blouse.
Her simple, cheap saree—soaked by the river and then partially dried by the sun—had become a treacherous second skin. It was translucent in the afternoon light, clinging to the curves of her waist and thighs in a way that left nothing to the imagination because the 50% were clearly visible.
She was panting softly, her lips parted, her hair escaping its knot in wet, dark tendrils. To any man watching, she didn't look like a worker; she looked like a prize that had been fought for and won.
She pushed open the creaking wooden door of the hut, expecting the sharp voice of Savitri. Instead, the house was deathly silent. Savitri was gone to the milk shop not returned yet, and the air inside was thick with the smell of semen and something darker.
Madhav was standing in the center of the room. He didn't move to help her with the heavy basket. He just watched her, his eyes dark and dilated, tracking the way her boobs heaved under the damp fabric.
The air in the hut was stifling, thick with the scent of his semen and the metallic tang of Madhav’s sweat. Pragya stood frozen, her breath hitching in her throat. Her body was a map of exhaustion—her shoulders throbbed from the basket, and her damp, translucent saree felt like a cold, shameful weight against her skin.
Madhav’s grip on her upper arm was like an iron vice. He saw a stray beauty with no protector.
Pragya - "Let me go, Madhav," Pragya whispered, her voice trembling not with weakness, but with the terrifying realization of her position. "Savitri will be back. Ranga will be back."
Madhav laughed, a low, guttural sound that made the hair on her neck stand up. He leaned in closer, his rough stubble grazing her temple.
"Ranga?" he mocked. "That old ghost is sitting in a warehouse three miles away. He can’t hear you. And even if he could, what is he going to do? He’s a servant, Pragya. He lives because I let him stay here. He eats because I haven't told the village panchayat that a suspicious old man and a city girl are hiding in my house."
Pragya’s heart skipped a beat. Suspicious. The word hit her like a physical blow. He didn't know she was a doctor, but he knew they were running from something.
"You think I don't see the way you look at the road?" Madhav continued, his thumb pressing harder into her soft, aching muscle. His other hand pinched her navel . pragya supressed her moan.
Madhav - "You’re running. And in this village, I am the only thing standing between you and the people who are looking for you. One word from me to the security officer at the station, and your 'pure love' will be rotting in a cell while you're sent back to wherever you crawled out of."
Pragya looked into his dark, lust-filled eyes. She saw the trap clearly now. It was about the safety of the man she had sacrificed everything for. If she fought Madhav, he would throw Ranga to the wolves. If she screamed, she destroyed their only shelter.
Her "noble heart," already twisted by her obsessive love for Ranga, began to make a practical calculation. She thought of Ranga’s frail hands, his tearful eyes when he called her his "Jaan." She would walk into a fire to keep that star from fading.
Pragya - "What do you want, Madhav?" she asked, her voice suddenly flat, dead of all emotion. She exactly knew what he wanted and already in her arousal state which hinder her from thinking straight.
Madhav – “It seems my respect has gone but I don’t mind”
Madhav’s smirk widened. He let his gaze travel slowly, hungrily, over her sweat-slicked neck and the damp fabric clinging to her chest. He reached out his other hand, his thick fingers hovering just an inch away from her new thali Ranga had tied around her neck.
Madhav - "I want what the river saw today," he whispered. "I want to see if the city skin tastes as sweet as it looks. You be 'kind' to me, Pragya—right now, while the house is quiet—and I’ll forget that I ever wondered why a girl like you is hiding in a hole like Dirvaanga. And will even make that bastard Ranga’s life easier ."
Pragya felt a wave of cold tempt and guilt wash over her, She was already in the thought of arousal in the washing of dirty lungis and the boys' undergarments she had scrubbed all day.
She didn't pull away . Instead, she closed her eyes, her long lashes shadowing her flushed cheeks. A single tear escaped, tracing a path through the dust on her face.
Pragya - "Ranga must never know," she breathed, the words tasting like poison. "He must stay safe. He must have his job. If you touch him, if you mention this to a soul..."
Ranga - "I'm a man of my word to those who please me," Madhav growled, his hand finally closing inside her petticoat, pulling her damp, shivering body against his heavy frame.
As he dragged her toward the shadows of the inner room, Pragya didn't fight. She walked into the trap not for gold, but for the old man waiting in the warehouse, proving that her love had become a beautiful, terrifying sickness.
The tension in the hut was a physical weight, thick enough making her confused to make decision . Madhav’s hand was still clamped on Pragya’s arm, his fingers digging into her soft vagine. Pragya could feel his hot, rhythmic breath on her temple—the smell of raw milk and tobacco making her wet. Madhav was surprised to find that she didn’t wear anything underneath.
Pragya - "Madhav... please," she whispered, her eyes darting toward the open door, her heart hammering like a trapped bird. "Savitri... she could be at the gate this very second. If she sees us, I can’t face her."
Madhav’s eyes flickered with a brief flash of hesitation. He was a bold man, but he feared his wife’s sharp tongue and the scandal that would ruin his standing as the village gentle man.
Pragya - "I need time," Pragya breathed, using her "noble" voice, the one that used to calm dying patients in the hospital. She looked him in the eye, her expression a mix of fear and a calculated promise.
Pragya - "I am tired, I am covered in the river’s mud. Let me breathe. Let me think. If you force me now and Savitri walks in, we both lose everything."
Madhav slowly released his grip, his chest still heaving. "Fine," he growled, his gaze lingering on the damp, translucent fabric over her heart. "But don't think your 'thinking' will change anything. I own the roof over that old man’s head. Remember that."
Pragya didn't wait. she rushed to the small kitchen area where Savitri had left a metal tiffin carrier. She made her pack an extra portion of thick ragi mudde and a spicy onion chutney.
Pragya clutched the warm metal container as if it were a shield. She stepped out into the evening air, the sky turning a bruised orange. Her body ached with every step, the raw skin on her knees stinging against her saree, but she pushed forward. She had to see Ranga. She was confused guilt, lust, arousal, fear .
The village warehouse stood at the edge of the fields, a hulking shadow of rusted iron and wood. As Pragya approached, she saw a small, flickering oil lamp near the heavy wooden gates.
There sat Ranga.
He looked so small against the massive building. He was wrapped in a thin, threadbare shawl, his 65-year-old frame huddled on a wooden stool. In his hand, he held a heavy bamboo staff—his only weapon against the world. When he heard the sound of her footsteps, he startled, his eyes wide with a fear that broke Pragya’s heart.
Ranga - "Pragya?" he called out, his voice cracking. "Is that you jaan?"
Pragya - "It’s me, Bhava," she said, with a happy face when she see him, she reached the light.
She knelt at his feet, ignoring the dirt. She opened the tiffin and began to feed him with her own hands, the very hands that had spent the day scrubbing the filth of the village and had just been bruised by Madhav’s lust.
Ranga - "Why are carrying this all the way jaan, I could have eat in the morning?" Ranga asked, his rough hand shaking as he touched her tear-stained cheek. "Aren’t you tired for this long day?"
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Pragya looked at him—at his grey beard, his tired eyes, and the way he looked at her with a love so pure it felt like a holy fire. She thought of Madhav’s heavy breath and the "deal" she had to make.
Pragya - "The river was just cold, bhava, I’m not that tired" she lied, her voice steadying with a resolve. "And the people are just words. As long as you are eating, as long as you have this job... I am happy. Eat, bhava. You have a long night ahead."
In the silence of the warehouse, surrounded by the smell of dried grain and the chirping of crickets, Pragya held Ranga’s hand.
Ranga – “You look beautiful in this light Jaan”
Pragya – “Aren’t you tired of looking at me “
Ranga – “How can I get bored by looking at you and your beautiful body Jaan”, saying this ranga gently insert his finger into her petticoat and find her wet pussy
Ranga - “Someone is already aroused itseems”
Pragya – “ I’m aroused just by seeing you bhava , how can I survive the nights ? “
Ranga - “ You should not worry while I’m here” with the rice bags and vegetable’s surrounded them either side, ranga made pragya to lay down.
Then Ranga came up behind her and started removing her saree! Pragya lifted her hands with her lust and love filled eyes locking with his eyes. He removed her saree and blouse left her upper body naked and put his hand on her navel. Then he pulled his lungi down.
Ranga - “Those juicy boobs covered in sweat is making me go crazy, Jaan”, he said and He grabbed her breasts in his hand. He sat down there, stripped her off her petticoat, lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulders. Then he started to lick her pussy!
Pragya was on cloud nine at that moment. Then he took her to the rice bag laying her on top of it and climbed on top of her. He licked her nipples and then on her pussy. Precum was oozing through her pussy.
Then he pushed Pragya’s legs away and bent them to her knees. Slowly, he put his huge cock at the entrance of her pussy and looked at her.
Pragya – “ Don’t wait there and tease me , fuck me harder I can’t wait anymore”
Smilingly Ranga pushed his dick. Half of it went inside her pussy. He mauled her body and licked her ears and He pulled and pushed again, Now the whole of his dick was inside of her. Slowly, he started moving in and out of my pussy.
Initially, Ranga was slow and gradually, he increased speed. Pragya was already in heat from the evening so she hit her orgasm within few minutues
Soon, her cum made it easy for him to move his dick in and out, the pleasure was taking her to heaven. After 20 minutes or so, Ranga suddenly stopped, came up to her face and pushed his cock on her lips.
Ranga was too horny and quite wild now, he held her hair and he pushed his cock into her mouth. Once he pulled out
Pragya – “ Easy Bhava you know that I’m not going anywere”
Ranga – “ Shut up bitch you know that I like wild fuck”
Pragya know ranga won’t listen once he started to act wild while he horny and she liked him more when he is wild. This time his thrust his cock more deep hitting her throat.
She was gagging and was feeling cheap like a whore which is making her more horny and wild. She started to massage his balls and accommodate to his movements.
After mouth-fucking for 10 minutes, he came inside her mouth. But he didn’t still take the cock out. While Pragya was suffocating and had to swallow the whole milk.
Pragya was laid down exhausted, while his hands slowly ran all over her body. Pragya was Surprised and Excited again as she knows that Ranga was not finished his course yet.
Slowly, he pressed her breasts. He mauled my navel and then he smelled body. Then he came up to her face and kissed her passionatly. He rubbed her armpit and kissed there. Pragya groaned. With a mischievous look he moved to her navel and his tongue started digging her navel button
Pragya – “Bhava, you know all my weak spot and how to please me you are the best”
Ranga - “That’s why I’m here,” he replied as he was also getting into the heat.
Then Ranga lifted her arms and pinned with his one hand . Ranga’s face lit up. It looked like he had found some treasure. He rolled her facing the rice bag and her ass facing him, took a carrot, and put it in her asshole. Pragya moaned a little bit loud.
Ranga – “ Now don’t tighten your ass bitch it will break the carrot and it may stick inside”
Then he hugged her from behind she was breathing heavily, she could feel his cock on her back. His pole was stabbing near her vagina.
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He crawled down and He started licking her pussy while the carrot was still stuck in her asshole.
Pragya – “ Bhava , I cant take it anymore , it is too difficult for me to keep my ass at ease when you are pleasing me
down there have mercy tale that out’
Hearing this Ranga playfully started biting it. She was feeling both pain and pleasure. His hands were pressing her boobs like it was some sponge balls as he usally do.
With all this combined action, Pragya was on the verge cum again!. Ranga realised and tak ethe carrot out of her asshole
But still, he didn’t stop. He continued his licking and biting. In between, he would simply press my nipples with heavy force between his fingers. And then Pragya came again heavily
She was in seventh heaven and her body started to shiver. He moved up and kissed her on her lips, but he didn’t stop twisting his fingers in my ass. For two minutes, Pragya laid down, shivering with pleasure.
Ranga then lifted her ankles and pushed them behind. Then he brought his cock and rubbed it over her pussy. Ranga wasn’t planning to take it slow, so he just rammed his half big cock into her pussy.
Then took it out and thrust his entire cock in one go. This time, the moaning was loud,
Pragya - “Aaaaaahhh..Bhavaaa” The whole warehouse echoed her moans.
The Ranga just got the rhythm and started penetrating her full with my fully hard dick inside her wet pussy.
As Ranga rammed his hard dick into her, he also started going more and more upward on her body. Pragya’s legs were wrapped around his back as if she didn’t want to let go of them. She was in pleasure and the lust in her grew harder.
Ranga’s face was on her boobs and he started grabbing her hard with one hand while putting all his strength into each stroke as she moaned more. With the other boob, Ranga put his face all over it and started sucking on that lovely perky nipples.
Soon, Ranga increased the pace of his strokes. She got deeper and deeper and tasting her became more delightful.
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This went on for some time Then Ranga stopped and got up by her arms like Pragya was in some kind of yoga position while his dick was inside her pussy. They both breath for a while and then He made eye contact. He could see in her eye the horniness and wanting for more. Ranga decided to played this right, it could be much more.
Then He looked her eye to eye and told her –
Ranga – “Say it, say it, bitch otherwise, I am not going to continue.” Pragya looked puzzled after some pause.
Ranga - “I will leave right now if you don’t say what you want.”
Pragya – “What do you want me to say bhava?”
Ranga – “ beg me to fill your womb with my seed and beg me to impregnate you” Pragya was surprised by Ranga
words. She loved him , she wants a family with him but not ready yet.
Pragya – “Bhava doesn’t play around now please fuck me already , either way my body is yours and you can do whatever you to do with your bitch’s body . now fuck me harder and don’t stop”
Ranga- “Say it , or I won’t fuck you we can stop now”, Pragya saw the determination in his eyes, she knew she can’t object his wish , however he is her husband.
Pragya – “ you itself are being like a stubborn baby and asking for a baby . impregnate me bhava now start fucking me already”
Ranga - “Loudly and clearly?”
Pragya – “ Fuck me as much as you can and Fill my womb with your seed allday and make me pregnant soon “
Ranga - " Good girl."
Upon hearing that, Ranga increased the pace of the strokes. He grabbed her knee and wrapped it around his waist area and started moiling the Pragya’s firm mango boobs with his hands. She started looking like a fish removed from her bowl.
She was biting her lips and Ranga putting his fingers into her mouth making her sucking them.
Looking at her sucking his fingers, Ranga leaned forward while giving a strong stroke. Then He put my lips around her, grabbed her hand and showed it upward on the Rice bags.
They kissed like there was no tomorrow. Pragya was rolling her tongue around his tongue while exchanging the saliva.
In the missionary position, Ranga increased his speed to the fullest and hugged her so that he could stroke her
better. She hugged him back as she is nearing her climax.
Pragya “ I am cumming. I am cumming. Omg! I want to cummm.”
Pragya cummed while Ranga’s dick was fully inside her vagina. The hot juices were flowing out and he couldn’t control it and Ranga fully released his load inside Pragya’s pussy. The huge load hit inside her deep and started leaking while his dick still inside her pussy.
After cumming, Ranga just fell on the Pragya. They didn’t know what time it was or how long they had been doing this.
Ranga went limp and it stayed near Pragya’s vagina. His body was still in between her legs, her legs were wrapped around his waist. Ranga’s mouth rested on Pragya’s magical buns which he used as pillows as He put his head between her cleavage.
Then They rested for a while and Pragya was in half sleep. Later, she got up and went to the restroom. She came back and waked up Ranga .
Pragya - “ It will get suspicious when someone find I was her all night and it will affect you job bhava so im leaving now, don’t sleep too long if some one came back early you would be in trouble.” Saying this she got dressed planted a kiss on his forehead and left the warehouse."
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[/b]The next morning, the reality of their empty pockets felt heavier than the humid air of Dirvaanga.
Sleeping naked with Pragya laying her on Ranga’s chest. Ranga is in deep thing while crashing Pragya’s hair as now he is not some drunkard who can roam freely and do as he like.
Ranga – “Jaan today I’m going to search for a new job. “With crashing gently at her navel, he kissed her forehead. Which waked Pragya who was in half sleep
Pragya – “Why rush Bhava I asked my friend for help by sending a letter, she might get some ideas, but I’m not sure. But I will look after you don’t worry”
Ranga - “But I’m your husband and its my responsibility to get at least a stable living “
Pragya – “Then I will also try to get any work if possible, we should not be a burden to this family as a free guest “
Ranga - “ I don’t like making you work as a random worker but we have no choice I guess”
Pragya and Ranga informed the couple as they are going to search for some job to make living and left to the village.
They walked through the village, a desperate pair. Ranga moved with a slight limp, his old eyes scanning every gate.
Ranga - "I am 65, Pragya," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Who will hire a man whose hands shake like dry leaves?"
Pragya - "Don't say that," Pragya replied, her 25-year-old face set in a mask of determination. "You have the wisdom they lack."
They approached the village warehouse—a massive, rusted tin building where farmers stored sacks of grain and dried chilies. The owner, a stern man with a thick Mustache, was barking orders at laborers.
Owner ( Manchanth )- "I need a watchman," the owner said, eyeing Ranga’s frail frame. "Someone to stay awake all night to keep the rats and the thieves away. Can you stay awake, old man? Or will you sleep like a stone?"
Ranga straightened his back as much as he could. "I have lived a life of service, Sahab. I do not sleep when there is a duty. I only ask for a corner to sit and a few coins."
Munchanth grunted. "Fine. Start tonight. hundred rupees and a bag of broken rice per week. “
Ranga turned to Pragya, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and pain. He had a job, but it meant leaving her alone in the dark house with Madhav and Savitri. He was determined to work hard to move out from there.
While Ranga secured his spot, Pragya wandered the streets alone. Her beauty was a curse in this place. Men stopped their bicycles to stare at her smooth, ivory skin and her elegant gait, even in her cheap, mud-stained saree.
She asked at the small tea stall, the tailor shop, and the local college. Each time, the answer was the same: "You are too soft for this work," or "We have no place for a city girl."
By 3:00 PM, she returned to the hut, her feet blistered and her spirit broken. Savitri was sitting on the porch, sorting through a pile of dirty, yellowed clothes.
She looked at Pragya’s radiant face with a hidden flicker wickedness came into her mind. The innocent looking Savitri want Pragya to loose confident so that she could accomplish her plan she has in mind
Savitri threw a heavy, mud-caked cloth toward Pragya’s feet. "Still no work, dear ?
Pragya sat on the dirt floor, exhausted. "No one wants to hire me, Savitri ji. They think I am too fragile."
Savitri smirked, her eyes scanning Pragya’s delicate hands. "There is one job no one wants. Why you go to that extent to get a job , you can relax here , I heard your husband got a job why worry “
Pragya – “ No I cant be a free guest as a burden Savithri ji, also I need to support my husband “
Savitri – “You are too humble and wise. But what can I do only if I had continued my laundry business till now . I would hire you as a helper and give you double salary”
Savithri – “ It brought in good money—more than Madhav’s milk sometimes. But my back... it gave out years ago. Now we just get by."
Pragya’s eyes lit up. She saw a flicker of hope. "Savitri Di, let me do it. I have the strength. I can take over your old customers. We need the money, and it's better than wandering the streets."
Savitri looked at Pragya’s delicate frame and ivory skin. She shook her head quickly. "No. This village is a den of wolves. They will see a beauty like you and you would be in danger. I can't let you do that."
Pragya - "We have no choice," she insisted, taking Savitri’s rough hands in hers. "Ranga is old, and my family... they aren't coming for me. Let me work. Please."
Reluctantly, Savitri agreed. "Fine. But I am coming with you to the houses. I know some very well and how they behave ."
After informing Savithri , Pragya walked toward the warehouse where Ranga was already sweeping the floor. Her love flared up—a fierce, obsessive need to protect him at any cost.
That night, before Ranga left for his first shift as a watchman, they sat together in their small room. The air was thick with the scent of the cheap oil lamp.
"You are going to do laundry, Pragya?" Ranga asked, holding her hands. He saw the small scratches on her fingers.
"The village will see you at the river like a servant. I cannot bear it."
Pragya pulled him close, her youth wrapping around his age like a vine. "Let them see. They see a washerwoman, but I see a wife who is keeping her husband safe. When you are at the warehouse tonight, remember that every shirt
I scrub is a step closer to us being together forever."
She kissed him deeply, a desperate, hungry kiss that made Ranga’s heart race. Outside the curtain, they heard the heavy footsteps of Madhav. He was lingering, listening to the sound of their whispers, his heart pounding with envy.
The morning mist hung low over Dirvaanga as Pragya stepped out, her slender frame already straining under the weight of the empty wicker basket. Her ivory skin, usually protected by the cool shade of a clinic, felt the first bite of the relentless tropical sun.
They walked together, Savitri’s silver anklets clinking a warning to the neighbours. At the first house, a group of men lounged on the porch. When they saw Pragya, they began to hoot and whistle. One man tossed a bundle of dirty lungis at her feet, laughing as the dust hit her face.
"Is this your new servant, Savitri?" he mocked. "Does she come with the laundry service, or is she just for show?"
Pragya’s face burned with shame, her fingers clenching around the wicker basket. Savitri stepped forward, her eyes
flashing. "Watch your tongue, boy! Respect is must . Pick that up and put it in the basket properly, or wash it yourself!"
The men grumbled but backed down. As they walked away, Savitri touched Pragya’s shoulder. "His name is Sarva he is one of the notorious guy in village, don’t listen to them, dear. They are just mud. Keep your head high. You’re doing this for love, and there’s no shame in that."
At the second house, a cramped mud structure with a leaking roof, an old woman named Maramma spat a glob of Gutka near Pragya’s feet. "So, Savitri is this your little showpiece " she croaked. She dragged out a sack of heavy, grease-stained burlap. "These are from the oil mill. If there’s a single spot of grease left, I won't give you any penny.
And don't look at me with those big city eyes—beauty doesn't scrub out oil."
Savitri – “Then wash it yourself, just give us any cloths that need laundry not a cloth that need miracle”
Maramma – “Don’t order me Savithri, ask her to come tomorrow”
At the third house, she encountered a fat dark man. "Hey, Dhoban!" he shouted, his eyes tracing the line of her throat. "My father’s lungis are in the back, but my inner-wear is right here." He tossed a damp, filthy pile of cloths directly at her face. Pragya flinched, the fabric hitting her shoulder. "I heard you married a man who can’t even stand straight," he mocked, leaning forward to catch a glimpse of her collarbone. "Why scrub for him when you could be scrubbing for us? We pay in more than just coins, sweetheart."
Savithri – “You bastard how dare you “
Pragya - “Leave it Savithri ji anyway im doing the job I need to face the consequences , I should show then I’m not a delicate flower”
Pragya - “She mister if you want your undergarments washed it will be triple the price and for tossing that on me, I will consider that a penalty of 1000 if not paid I will spread your action every house I go “
Vithrag - “You bitch do you know who I’m. I’m Vithrag , I work in central government as a railway master, I will make sure to pay you back “ he gave 1000 to pragya then lift his undergarment from her shoulder put it in her basket and left into the house.
Savithri - “ He is like a mad person in the village age 30 act like 15 sometime . but you got some queen energy there”
Pragya – “ Thank you Savithri ji”
By the seventh house, her arms were shaking. The basket was nearly full, and the wet weight of the basket was bruising her soft hip. An elderly man, the village blacksmith, saw her leaning against a fence to catch her breath. His eyes weren't filled with lust, but with a deep, weary pity.
"Daughter," he said softly, handing her a small copper tumbler of cold water. "This village is a graveyard for grace.
You have the face of a queen and the hands of a child. Why are you doing this to yourself? That old man of yours... he is a lucky devil, but he is leading you to your ruin."
Savithri – “ I told her Bhaiya but she won’t listen “
Pragya drank the water, her eyes stinging. "It is my choice, Uncle, but thank you " she whispered, her voice cracking. It was the only kind word she had heard all day, and it hurt more than the insults.
Once the basket was overflowing, Savitri stopped at the crossroads. "I have to go to the milk booth to collect our weekly payment. The river is just behind our house, down the slope. Go start there; I’ll join you as soon as I can."
Pragya nodded and headed to the water. The river behind the hut was secluded, but not private. As she knelt on the stones, the cold water soaking into her thin saree, she felt the familiar weight of the task. She began to scrub, her breath coming in short gasps.
Suddenly, a group of young men from the village, who had been bathing upstream, drifted down. They stood in the shallow water, their eyes locked onto Pragya. The wet fabric of her saree clung to her body, making her look like a marble statue come to life.
She tried to beat a heavy bedsheet against the stone, but the weight of the water-soaked fabric was too much. It slipped from her grip, swirling into the muddy current.
"Look at the city doll!" a group of men washing their buffaloes laughed. "She handles a sheet like it’s made of glass!
Hey, girl, let the water soak through that thin saree of yours—we want to see if the city girls are built the same as ours!"
The comments turned darker, more vulgar which Pragya secretly liked when they admired her body .
"I bet those thighs are as white as milk," one man yelled, his eyes fixed on her as her wet saree clung to her legs,
becoming translucent in the midday glare. "Imagine that old servant Ranga trying to touch a woman like that. It’s a crime against nature!"
Pragya’s knuckles were raw, the lye in the cheap soap burning into her open sores. She was exhausted, her vision blurring from the heat, but she kept scrubbing, her love with Ranga acting as her only fuel.
"Hey, Dhoban!" another shouted, splashing water toward her. "Why wash those old rags? Come closer, let's see if that city skin is as soft as it looks. I’ve got a coin here if you’ll just turn around and smile for us."
Vulgar comments followed—words about her youth, her "old husband," and what they would do if they caught her alone in the tall grass. Pragya’s heart raced.mixed feeling of hate and arousal hit her mind while she slams the bedsheet against the stone—thwack, thwack—trying to drown out mixed thought out of her mind .
While Pragya suffered under the sun, back at the hut, a different kind of tension was brewing.
Madhav stood by the small, square window of the kitchen. He was jerking his cock by looking at the semi exposed body of pragya though the window .
His thick cock was gripped tightly as he watched the sweaty navel exposed and the heavy firm boobs hanging as she bend to wash the clothes Pragya’s distant figure by the river.
His chest heaved with a heavy, rhythmic breath. To him, she was a prize—a piece of forbidden fruit that he intended to taste, regardless of Ranga’s existence.
His eyes were fixed over the exposed body of her and while her sweat drops dropped from navel line in her petticoat he exploded on the wall beneath the window.
The journey back from the river was a slow, agonizing crawl. Pragya’s body felt like it was made of lead, every muscle screaming from the unaccustomed labor.
As she walked, the damp basket pressed against her hip, the smell of the village's laundry rising in the humid air.
Then there were the men's lungis, heavy with the scent of tobacco, dried sweat, and the musk of field labor. The aroma and the sweat smell ignited the arousal in her, the thought of their undergarment and sweaty smell where making her wet in her vagina
And the dirty petticoats of the village women’s make her think differently about her feeling towards them. They were stained with the grey soot of wood-fired kitchens and the intimate marks of women.
By the time she reached the hut, Pragya was a vision of exhausted, toxic beauty. Her face, once porcelain and perfect, was flushed a deep, feverish pink. Trails of sweat ran down her neck, disappearing into the hollow of her collarbone and disappeared in her braless blouse.
Her simple, cheap saree—soaked by the river and then partially dried by the sun—had become a treacherous second skin. It was translucent in the afternoon light, clinging to the curves of her waist and thighs in a way that left nothing to the imagination because the 50% were clearly visible.
She was panting softly, her lips parted, her hair escaping its knot in wet, dark tendrils. To any man watching, she didn't look like a worker; she looked like a prize that had been fought for and won.
She pushed open the creaking wooden door of the hut, expecting the sharp voice of Savitri. Instead, the house was deathly silent. Savitri was gone to the milk shop not returned yet, and the air inside was thick with the smell of semen and something darker.
Madhav was standing in the center of the room. He didn't move to help her with the heavy basket. He just watched her, his eyes dark and dilated, tracking the way her boobs heaved under the damp fabric.
The air in the hut was stifling, thick with the scent of his semen and the metallic tang of Madhav’s sweat. Pragya stood frozen, her breath hitching in her throat. Her body was a map of exhaustion—her shoulders throbbed from the basket, and her damp, translucent saree felt like a cold, shameful weight against her skin.
Madhav’s grip on her upper arm was like an iron vice. He saw a stray beauty with no protector.
Pragya - "Let me go, Madhav," Pragya whispered, her voice trembling not with weakness, but with the terrifying realization of her position. "Savitri will be back. Ranga will be back."
Madhav laughed, a low, guttural sound that made the hair on her neck stand up. He leaned in closer, his rough stubble grazing her temple.
"Ranga?" he mocked. "That old ghost is sitting in a warehouse three miles away. He can’t hear you. And even if he could, what is he going to do? He’s a servant, Pragya. He lives because I let him stay here. He eats because I haven't told the village panchayat that a suspicious old man and a city girl are hiding in my house."
Pragya’s heart skipped a beat. Suspicious. The word hit her like a physical blow. He didn't know she was a doctor, but he knew they were running from something.
"You think I don't see the way you look at the road?" Madhav continued, his thumb pressing harder into her soft, aching muscle. His other hand pinched her navel . pragya supressed her moan.
Madhav - "You’re running. And in this village, I am the only thing standing between you and the people who are looking for you. One word from me to the security officer at the station, and your 'pure love' will be rotting in a cell while you're sent back to wherever you crawled out of."
Pragya looked into his dark, lust-filled eyes. She saw the trap clearly now. It was about the safety of the man she had sacrificed everything for. If she fought Madhav, he would throw Ranga to the wolves. If she screamed, she destroyed their only shelter.
Her "noble heart," already twisted by her obsessive love for Ranga, began to make a practical calculation. She thought of Ranga’s frail hands, his tearful eyes when he called her his "Jaan." She would walk into a fire to keep that star from fading.
Pragya - "What do you want, Madhav?" she asked, her voice suddenly flat, dead of all emotion. She exactly knew what he wanted and already in her arousal state which hinder her from thinking straight.
Madhav – “It seems my respect has gone but I don’t mind”
Madhav’s smirk widened. He let his gaze travel slowly, hungrily, over her sweat-slicked neck and the damp fabric clinging to her chest. He reached out his other hand, his thick fingers hovering just an inch away from her new thali Ranga had tied around her neck.
Madhav - "I want what the river saw today," he whispered. "I want to see if the city skin tastes as sweet as it looks. You be 'kind' to me, Pragya—right now, while the house is quiet—and I’ll forget that I ever wondered why a girl like you is hiding in a hole like Dirvaanga. And will even make that bastard Ranga’s life easier ."
Pragya felt a wave of cold tempt and guilt wash over her, She was already in the thought of arousal in the washing of dirty lungis and the boys' undergarments she had scrubbed all day.
She didn't pull away . Instead, she closed her eyes, her long lashes shadowing her flushed cheeks. A single tear escaped, tracing a path through the dust on her face.
Pragya - "Ranga must never know," she breathed, the words tasting like poison. "He must stay safe. He must have his job. If you touch him, if you mention this to a soul..."
Ranga - "I'm a man of my word to those who please me," Madhav growled, his hand finally closing inside her petticoat, pulling her damp, shivering body against his heavy frame.
As he dragged her toward the shadows of the inner room, Pragya didn't fight. She walked into the trap not for gold, but for the old man waiting in the warehouse, proving that her love had become a beautiful, terrifying sickness.
The tension in the hut was a physical weight, thick enough making her confused to make decision . Madhav’s hand was still clamped on Pragya’s arm, his fingers digging into her soft vagine. Pragya could feel his hot, rhythmic breath on her temple—the smell of raw milk and tobacco making her wet. Madhav was surprised to find that she didn’t wear anything underneath.
Pragya - "Madhav... please," she whispered, her eyes darting toward the open door, her heart hammering like a trapped bird. "Savitri... she could be at the gate this very second. If she sees us, I can’t face her."
Madhav’s eyes flickered with a brief flash of hesitation. He was a bold man, but he feared his wife’s sharp tongue and the scandal that would ruin his standing as the village gentle man.
Pragya - "I need time," Pragya breathed, using her "noble" voice, the one that used to calm dying patients in the hospital. She looked him in the eye, her expression a mix of fear and a calculated promise.
Pragya - "I am tired, I am covered in the river’s mud. Let me breathe. Let me think. If you force me now and Savitri walks in, we both lose everything."
Madhav slowly released his grip, his chest still heaving. "Fine," he growled, his gaze lingering on the damp, translucent fabric over her heart. "But don't think your 'thinking' will change anything. I own the roof over that old man’s head. Remember that."
Pragya didn't wait. she rushed to the small kitchen area where Savitri had left a metal tiffin carrier. She made her pack an extra portion of thick ragi mudde and a spicy onion chutney.
Pragya clutched the warm metal container as if it were a shield. She stepped out into the evening air, the sky turning a bruised orange. Her body ached with every step, the raw skin on her knees stinging against her saree, but she pushed forward. She had to see Ranga. She was confused guilt, lust, arousal, fear .
The village warehouse stood at the edge of the fields, a hulking shadow of rusted iron and wood. As Pragya approached, she saw a small, flickering oil lamp near the heavy wooden gates.
There sat Ranga.
He looked so small against the massive building. He was wrapped in a thin, threadbare shawl, his 65-year-old frame huddled on a wooden stool. In his hand, he held a heavy bamboo staff—his only weapon against the world. When he heard the sound of her footsteps, he startled, his eyes wide with a fear that broke Pragya’s heart.
Ranga - "Pragya?" he called out, his voice cracking. "Is that you jaan?"
Pragya - "It’s me, Bhava," she said, with a happy face when she see him, she reached the light.
She knelt at his feet, ignoring the dirt. She opened the tiffin and began to feed him with her own hands, the very hands that had spent the day scrubbing the filth of the village and had just been bruised by Madhav’s lust.
Ranga - "Why are carrying this all the way jaan, I could have eat in the morning?" Ranga asked, his rough hand shaking as he touched her tear-stained cheek. "Aren’t you tired for this long day?"
Pragya looked at him—at his grey beard, his tired eyes, and the way he looked at her with a love so pure it felt like a holy fire. She thought of Madhav’s heavy breath and the "deal" she had to make.
Pragya - "The river was just cold, bhava, I’m not that tired" she lied, her voice steadying with a resolve. "And the people are just words. As long as you are eating, as long as you have this job... I am happy. Eat, bhava. You have a long night ahead."
In the silence of the warehouse, surrounded by the smell of dried grain and the chirping of crickets, Pragya held Ranga’s hand.
Ranga – “You look beautiful in this light Jaan”
Pragya – “Aren’t you tired of looking at me “
Ranga – “How can I get bored by looking at you and your beautiful body Jaan”, saying this ranga gently insert his finger into her petticoat and find her wet pussy
Ranga - “Someone is already aroused itseems”
Pragya – “ I’m aroused just by seeing you bhava , how can I survive the nights ? “
Ranga - “ You should not worry while I’m here” with the rice bags and vegetable’s surrounded them either side, ranga made pragya to lay down.
Then Ranga came up behind her and started removing her saree! Pragya lifted her hands with her lust and love filled eyes locking with his eyes. He removed her saree and blouse left her upper body naked and put his hand on her navel. Then he pulled his lungi down.
Ranga - “Those juicy boobs covered in sweat is making me go crazy, Jaan”, he said and He grabbed her breasts in his hand. He sat down there, stripped her off her petticoat, lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulders. Then he started to lick her pussy!
Pragya was on cloud nine at that moment. Then he took her to the rice bag laying her on top of it and climbed on top of her. He licked her nipples and then on her pussy. Precum was oozing through her pussy.
Then he pushed Pragya’s legs away and bent them to her knees. Slowly, he put his huge cock at the entrance of her pussy and looked at her.
Pragya – “ Don’t wait there and tease me , fuck me harder I can’t wait anymore”
Smilingly Ranga pushed his dick. Half of it went inside her pussy. He mauled her body and licked her ears and He pulled and pushed again, Now the whole of his dick was inside of her. Slowly, he started moving in and out of my pussy.
Initially, Ranga was slow and gradually, he increased speed. Pragya was already in heat from the evening so she hit her orgasm within few minutues
Soon, her cum made it easy for him to move his dick in and out, the pleasure was taking her to heaven. After 20 minutes or so, Ranga suddenly stopped, came up to her face and pushed his cock on her lips.
Ranga was too horny and quite wild now, he held her hair and he pushed his cock into her mouth. Once he pulled out
Pragya – “ Easy Bhava you know that I’m not going anywere”
Ranga – “ Shut up bitch you know that I like wild fuck”
Pragya know ranga won’t listen once he started to act wild while he horny and she liked him more when he is wild. This time his thrust his cock more deep hitting her throat.
She was gagging and was feeling cheap like a whore which is making her more horny and wild. She started to massage his balls and accommodate to his movements.
After mouth-fucking for 10 minutes, he came inside her mouth. But he didn’t still take the cock out. While Pragya was suffocating and had to swallow the whole milk.
Pragya was laid down exhausted, while his hands slowly ran all over her body. Pragya was Surprised and Excited again as she knows that Ranga was not finished his course yet.
Slowly, he pressed her breasts. He mauled my navel and then he smelled body. Then he came up to her face and kissed her passionatly. He rubbed her armpit and kissed there. Pragya groaned. With a mischievous look he moved to her navel and his tongue started digging her navel button
Pragya – “Bhava, you know all my weak spot and how to please me you are the best”
Ranga - “That’s why I’m here,” he replied as he was also getting into the heat.
Then Ranga lifted her arms and pinned with his one hand . Ranga’s face lit up. It looked like he had found some treasure. He rolled her facing the rice bag and her ass facing him, took a carrot, and put it in her asshole. Pragya moaned a little bit loud.
Ranga – “ Now don’t tighten your ass bitch it will break the carrot and it may stick inside”
Then he hugged her from behind she was breathing heavily, she could feel his cock on her back. His pole was stabbing near her vagina.
He crawled down and He started licking her pussy while the carrot was still stuck in her asshole.
Pragya – “ Bhava , I cant take it anymore , it is too difficult for me to keep my ass at ease when you are pleasing me
down there have mercy tale that out’
Hearing this Ranga playfully started biting it. She was feeling both pain and pleasure. His hands were pressing her boobs like it was some sponge balls as he usally do.
With all this combined action, Pragya was on the verge cum again!. Ranga realised and tak ethe carrot out of her asshole
But still, he didn’t stop. He continued his licking and biting. In between, he would simply press my nipples with heavy force between his fingers. And then Pragya came again heavily
She was in seventh heaven and her body started to shiver. He moved up and kissed her on her lips, but he didn’t stop twisting his fingers in my ass. For two minutes, Pragya laid down, shivering with pleasure.
Ranga then lifted her ankles and pushed them behind. Then he brought his cock and rubbed it over her pussy. Ranga wasn’t planning to take it slow, so he just rammed his half big cock into her pussy.
Then took it out and thrust his entire cock in one go. This time, the moaning was loud,
Pragya - “Aaaaaahhh..Bhavaaa” The whole warehouse echoed her moans.
The Ranga just got the rhythm and started penetrating her full with my fully hard dick inside her wet pussy.
As Ranga rammed his hard dick into her, he also started going more and more upward on her body. Pragya’s legs were wrapped around his back as if she didn’t want to let go of them. She was in pleasure and the lust in her grew harder.
Ranga’s face was on her boobs and he started grabbing her hard with one hand while putting all his strength into each stroke as she moaned more. With the other boob, Ranga put his face all over it and started sucking on that lovely perky nipples.
Soon, Ranga increased the pace of his strokes. She got deeper and deeper and tasting her became more delightful.
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[/b]This went on for some time Then Ranga stopped and got up by her arms like Pragya was in some kind of yoga position while his dick was inside her pussy. They both breath for a while and then He made eye contact. He could see in her eye the horniness and wanting for more. Ranga decided to played this right, it could be much more.
Then He looked her eye to eye and told her –
Ranga – “Say it, say it, bitch otherwise, I am not going to continue.” Pragya looked puzzled after some pause.
Ranga - “I will leave right now if you don’t say what you want.”
Pragya – “What do you want me to say bhava?”
Ranga – “ beg me to fill your womb with my seed and beg me to impregnate you” Pragya was surprised by Ranga
words. She loved him , she wants a family with him but not ready yet.
Pragya – “Bhava doesn’t play around now please fuck me already , either way my body is yours and you can do whatever you to do with your bitch’s body . now fuck me harder and don’t stop”
Ranga- “Say it , or I won’t fuck you we can stop now”, Pragya saw the determination in his eyes, she knew she can’t object his wish , however he is her husband.
Pragya – “ you itself are being like a stubborn baby and asking for a baby . impregnate me bhava now start fucking me already”
Ranga - “Loudly and clearly?”
Pragya – “ Fuck me as much as you can and Fill my womb with your seed allday and make me pregnant soon “
Ranga - " Good girl."
Upon hearing that, Ranga increased the pace of the strokes. He grabbed her knee and wrapped it around his waist area and started moiling the Pragya’s firm mango boobs with his hands. She started looking like a fish removed from her bowl.
She was biting her lips and Ranga putting his fingers into her mouth making her sucking them.
Looking at her sucking his fingers, Ranga leaned forward while giving a strong stroke. Then He put my lips around her, grabbed her hand and showed it upward on the Rice bags.
They kissed like there was no tomorrow. Pragya was rolling her tongue around his tongue while exchanging the saliva.
In the missionary position, Ranga increased his speed to the fullest and hugged her so that he could stroke her
better. She hugged him back as she is nearing her climax.
Pragya “ I am cumming. I am cumming. Omg! I want to cummm.”
Pragya cummed while Ranga’s dick was fully inside her vagina. The hot juices were flowing out and he couldn’t control it and Ranga fully released his load inside Pragya’s pussy. The huge load hit inside her deep and started leaking while his dick still inside her pussy.
After cumming, Ranga just fell on the Pragya. They didn’t know what time it was or how long they had been doing this.
Ranga went limp and it stayed near Pragya’s vagina. His body was still in between her legs, her legs were wrapped around his waist. Ranga’s mouth rested on Pragya’s magical buns which he used as pillows as He put his head between her cleavage.
Then They rested for a while and Pragya was in half sleep. Later, she got up and went to the restroom. She came back and waked up Ranga .
Pragya - “ It will get suspicious when someone find I was her all night and it will affect you job bhava so im leaving now, don’t sleep too long if some one came back early you would be in trouble.” Saying this she got dressed planted a kiss on his forehead and left the warehouse."
"Hi everyone!
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