Adultery Generous Beauty's Adventure in Rural Village(Dr. Pragya's euphoria) Part45 (May 17)

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PART – 45 (The breaking of Pragya’s Mask) 


Savithri was an old soul, her body weakened by years of hard work in the village sun, but her heart’s love to Madhav is unconditional. She loved her husband with an unconditional, almost desperate devotion. Even though she loved her husband, she knew what Madhav wanted. She had seen him looking at Pragya’s overwhelming beauty for these days, and she couldn't deny him anything. To her, Madhav’s happiness was the only thing that mattered, even if it meant to give him what he truly desire.

She grinned at him, her eyes wrinkling at the corners. "Don't look so scared, Madhav," she whispered. "I have already made the plan."
 
The next morning, Pragya woke up feeling heavy and confused. As she moved, she felt her thin cotton saree sticking to her skin. She looked down and saw the dried white stains of Madhav’s cum across her chest and navel. Her head throbbed, a hazy memory of the liquor dancing in her mind. She blushed, thinking it was Ranga’s playful doing in the middle of the night.

Pragya - "Bhava... you are so naughty," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. Her face looked radiant in the morning light, her lips slightly swollen and her eyes sleepy.

Ranga woke up with a wide smile, seeing his beautiful wife. "Pragya, lay down for a moment," he said softly. He reached for her waist, his rough hands gentle. "I need to take back the glass rose. It’s my first gift to you, and I to treasure it with your scent. I will keep it safe in this box."



Pragya giggled and laid with her tits facing ground, her midriff fully exposed as Ranga carefully unfastened the hip chain and started removing the petticoat. Her panty less ass came in display of Ranga. He playfully circled her asshole while making her ass cheeks wide apart.  

Pragya moaned lightly as he started playing with her ass, And then gently Ranga took the glass rose from her asshole.

Pragya – “Bhava …,, that’s really feeling bad for letting it go. I love to be played with your kinkiness”

Ranga – “ Jaan. I Have ton’s of ideas in my head, we can explore more “
He placed it in a small wooden box like a treasure. "There. Now it’s safe."

As they stepped out to get ready for the day, Savithri was already waiting near the stove. She looked frail but had a sharp glint in her eyes.

Savithri - "Ranga, listen to me," Savithri started, stirring a pot of tea. "The main warehouse in the town is overflowing this season. They are terrified of thieves. They need a strong man to guard it for seven days, and they are paying double the usual salary."

Ranga’s eyes lit up. They had been struggling for money lately. "Double salary? Savithri Amma, that would change everything for us!"

Pragya felt a knot in her stomach. She looked at Madhav, who was standing by the tree, his firm gaze already locked onto her. She knew the danger of being near him. "Ranga, maybe it's not a good idea... I'll be alone."

Savithri - "Don't worry, child," Savithri said, patting Pragya’s hand. "I am here. And the village will provide all the food for the guards. You won't have to lift a finger."

Ranga was convinced. "Please, Savithri Amma, tell the boss I will do it! I’ll go pack right now."
 
While Ranga scrambled to pack his few clothes, Savithri helped Pragya organize his bag. As she reached into a side pocket, her fingers brushed against a bundle of dried, greyish leaves—the arousal herbs Pragya used for her back in her village. She can’t left them completely there. Even here she is struggling with herself for not having it.

Pragya’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly snatched them away and hid them in her saree fold, her face turning a deep crimson. She just smiled a knowing, crooked smile. Deep down, Savithri knew Pragya wasn't as innocent as she looked. Behind that beautiful, shy face was a wild personality waiting to be let loose.

When Savithri looked at the window with a satisfied smile, Madhav was there with the happiest look on his face.

"Seven days will pass in a blink, my love," Ranga said, grabbing his bag. He pulled Pragya into his arms, his rough hands pressing against her back. He kissed her passionately on the lips, a long, deep goodbye that left her breathless.

Savithri winked at Madhav. "Go on, Ranga. I'll walk with you to the village elder to give the recommendation."
As Ranga and Savithri walked away, the sounds of the village faded. The courtyard became silent.
 
Madhav slowly walked toward the corner where Pragya stood. She was leaning against the mud wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her blouse less saree had slipped slightly, showing the curve of her tits and the soft flush on her cheeks.

"He is gone, Pragya," Madhav said, his voice low and vibrating. He stepped into her personal space, his shadow falling over her.

"Madhav... please, let me go inside," she whispered, her gaze darting everywhere but his eyes.

"The cum on you this morning... you thought it was him, didn't you?" Madhav reached out, his thumb grazing the edge of her saree at her waist. "But we both know the truth. You like the thrill, Pragya. I can see it in the way you hide those herbs. 

And I’m sure that you are not the innocent girl you are acting here, I’m damn sure that you had a numerous adventure and the dirty slut is hiding between your mask face."

He leaned in until his breath was hot against her ear. "For the next seven days, there is no Ranga. No one to protect you. Just me, you, and the secrets you keep. So, are you going to keep fighting me, or are you going to show me who you really are?"

Pragya felt her knees go weak. She looked up at him, her shy mask finally starting to crack under his intense, predatory gaze. Madhav knew he had won.

Madhav stood so close that the smell of his tobacco-stained breath mixed with the scent of the drying cum on Pragya’s skin. He looked at her with a smirk, thinking she was a slut who liked banging to the core who can’t resist a good cock.

Back then, when she was just a village doctor, her life was a mess of empty rooms and dark secrets. She had been weak in will-power, letting the peon and others lead her into wild adventures fuelled by her drug habit. Which turn her personality completely just within few months.



But Madhav didn't realize that the Pragya standing before him now wasn't that same empty vessel. Now, she had Ranga—a husband who filled her heart with care and her body with satisfaction (She believed) . Even though her legs were shaking from the sudden tension, she planted her feet firmly on the mud floor. She didn't look away.

Pragya - "You think I am still that girl, Madhav?" Pragya’s voice was low, but steady. "I have a man who loves me now. I don't need your games.", she unknowingly left her past self a little, which confirm Madhav’s doubt.

Madhav – “ So you are a naughty slut back then ?”

Madhav laughed, a dry, raspy sound. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pinch of the same arousal herbs Savithri had found in her bag earlier.

Madhav - "Don't talk about love to me, Pragya. A woman who loves her husband doesn't keep a stash of this hidden in her saree."

He stepped even closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "You say you are strong? Fine. Let’s make a bet. Since you love him so much, take your herbs tonight and for the seven days. Take them and stay true to your 'pure' mask. If you can use the drug and still stay the loyal wife without letting your wild side out for me to see... then I will never bother you again. I will walk away and let you and Ranga live in peace."

Pragya looked at the herbs in his hand. Her heart hammered against her ribs. The drug always made her awaken her needs and the innocent Pragya melt away; it turned her into someone else—the wild version of herself that Savithri and Madhav suspected was hiding underneath.

Pragya - "And if I lose?" she whispered. She knows there is no need to prove it, but the wild idea and the chance of having that herb again played with her mind.

Madhav - "Then you stop pretending," Madhav grinned. "You accept that you are a true slut, not a acting simple drama housewife in the sunlight with a old bastard like Ranga."

Pragya took a deep breath. Her beauty was radiant even in her fear, her cheeks flushed a deep red. She reached out and snatched the herbs from his palm.

Pragya - "Fine, Madhav ji. I accept. Tonight, I will take it. And the rest of seven days, and then you will leave us alone forever."

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the village sky in bruised purples and deep oranges. Inside the small hut, Pragya sat alone on the floor mat. She looked at the small pile of her herbs she had, her heart racing. She remembered her the love of  Ranga, the way he loved her, but the bet was the only way to get Madhav to leave them alone forever.

Earlier, Savithri had come by with a bowl of thick dal and rice. "Eat, child," the old woman had said with a sweet, thin smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You need your strength while Ranga is away." Savithri had secretly ground a much more potent herbs  into the food—something much stronger than what Pragya was used to.

As Pragya finished the meal and took the herbs, the effect was almost instant.
The walls of the hut started to sway like trees in a storm. Her skin felt electric, every small breeze from the open door felt like a touch. The flush on her cheeks deepened into a arousal in her vagina, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and neck. Her breathing became heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her blouse less saree.

Pragya - "Bhava..." she whispered, her voice sounding strange to her own ears. "I have to stay... stay strong for you."

Suddenly, a shadow fell across the floor. Madhav was there, leaning against the doorframe, watching her with that same predatory look.

Savithri - "The dinner was good, wasn't it?" Madhav asked, his voice low and raspy.

Pragya tried to stand, but her legs were like jelly. She collapsed back onto the mat, her saree slipping further, exposing her midriff and knee. "What did you... what is happening?"

Madhav walked into the room, the kerosene lamp casting long, dancing shadows behind him. He knelt down near her, close enough that she could feel the heat from his body.

Madhav - "I knows you better than you know yourself, Pragya," Madhav said. He reached out, his hand hovering just inches from her skin. "Look at you. You are burning up. Why fight it? Ranga is miles away in a cold warehouse. He can't give you the fire you need right now."

Pragya squeezed her eyes shut, trying to picture the reality but the reality hit harder, she was a cage bird before coming to Ranga village, there her adventure shows what she really needed, but in the name of love she locked herself in the cage again. She was struggling  

Pragya - "No... I love him. I am not... I am not that girl anymore."

Madhav laughed softly. "Your lips say no, but your body is screaming something else. You used to love your slutty side, remember? I know that even if you don’t admit... it’s all still inside you, hiding under that shy mask."

He took a lock of her messy hair and tucked it behind her ear. Pragya shivered, her mind fighting a losing battle against the drug. The physical urges were becoming a roar in her ears, making her want to reach out and stop the emptiness.

Madhav looked at her—her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, and her body was trembling with a wild energy she was barely controlling. He knew he could take her right then, but he saw the way she was still gripping the edge of her mat, trying to hold onto her dignity.

He pulled his hand back and stood up.

Madhav  "You are fighting well, I'll give you that," Madhav said, looking down at her vulnerable form. "But the night is young, and your herbs  has only just started working."

Pragya looked up at him, her gaze hazy. "Leave... go away..."

Madhav walked toward the door, stopping to look back one last time. "I am leaving for now, Pragya. I am a patient man. 
There is no fun in plucking a fruit while it is still sour. I will give it time to ripen. By midnight, that mask of yours will be completely gone, and you will be the one calling for me."

He stepped out into the dark night, leaving Pragya alone in the flickering lamplight, her mind spinning into a deep, drug-filled abyss as she fought to remember the man she loved.

As the door clicked shut behind Madhav, the silence of the hut became deafening. Pragya was left alone with her racing heart and the fire in her veins. She tried to crawl toward the water pot, thinking the cold water might clear her head, but her coordination was gone. Every time her skin brushed against the rough mat, it felt like a jolt of lightning.

Outside, Savithri was sitting on the porch, staring at the moon. She heard the soft moans of struggle coming from inside. She didn't feel bad. In her mind, she was giving her husband a gift, and she was "freeing" Pragya from a boring life.

"Poor girl," Savithri whispered to herself. "She thinks love is enough to fight the blood. But the herb doesn't lie. Show your true self and set free"
 
Inside, Pragya’s mind was a battlefield. One side saw Ranga’s face—his gentle smile. The other side was a naughty, swirling whirlpool of memories from her past—the hidden clinic rooms, her dirty sex, and the way her body used to crave in  the danger.

Pragya - "Ranga... I am... I am your wife," she gasped, her fingers digging into the mud floor. Her top bun hairstyle had come loose, and her long hair was now a messy tangle around her sweaty, flushed face.

 

(The hallucination) Suddenly, the door opened again. It wasn't Madhav this time. It was Gurkha from the old village.
Gurkha walked in slowly, her physical weakness hidden by the sharp, knowing look in her eyes. he knelt beside Pragya and began to stroke her hair.

Gurkha - "Why do you fight so hard, Pragya? Look at you. You are beautiful, and you are wasting it on a man who only sees you as a cook and a helper."

Pragya - "No... he loves me," Pragya choked out.

Gurkha - "He loves the mask," Savithri hissed, her voice turning cold. "But we love the true Pragya. Your body needs more than you thought,  Tonight, the mask is melting, Pragya. Don't you feel it? The way your skin is begging to be touched?"

Gurkha leaned in closer, whispering into Pragya’s ear. “See I’m all the way near you and the cock digged deep in you is just near you, why are you resisting so hard. “

Pragya looked up at Gurkha, her eyes glazed and wild. The drug was winning. Her memory of Ranga was fading into a hazy, distant dream, replaced by the overwhelming physical sensations. Her past encounters

Gurkha stood up his cock hung in front of her eyes,

Gurkha - "The fruit is ready for you" with his voice thick with anticipation.”
 
Pragya woke with a pounding head and skin that felt too tight for her body. It was morning already; she cursed her thoughts and got up and wash her face and slapped her head to think straight.

She tried to sweep, but the rhythm of the broom felt like a heartbeat. She stopped, leaning against a wooden pole, her sweaty skin pressing against the cool wood, her head spinning.
 
She then managed to do her daily chores, the its about 12 o clock. She had to finish the laundry at the village pond. As she walked, her blouseless village saree clung to her damp skin, the thin fabric tracing the deep curve of her waist and her fully exposed, golden midriff. Every step she took made the heavy silver anklets chime, drawing eyes she didn't want.

At the pond, the village "Double-Head," a notorious lecher named Bhaskar, was lounging under a peepal tree. His eyes nearly popped out seeing Pragya’s flush-red cheeks and the way her saree dipped low over her hips.

Basker - "Arre, Bhabhi  !" Bhaskar called out, his voice oily. "Ranga has left such a treasure alone? If I were him, I would never step out of the hut."

Pragya ignored him, her knees still a bit weak as she bent down to scrub the clothes. The movement caused her saree to slide, revealing the smooth, sweaty expanse of her back and the dip of her navel.

Basker - "Don't be so proud," Bhaskar hissed, stepping closer. "In this village, a woman alone is like an open sweet box. Let me help you carry these heavy sheets."

Pragya - "Keep your help for your own house, Bhaskar," Pragya snapped, her eyes flashing with a spark of her old wildness. "I am Ranga’s wife. Don't forget that."

She gathered the wet laundry, her naughty thoughts popping again in her mind and the lingering effects of the herbs, and hurried back, feeling his filthy gaze burning into her back the whole way.

She then started prepare the lunch with Savithri While cleaning pots, she felt a sudden rush of heat. She splashed water on her exposed midriff, watching the droplets disappear into her navel, her mind wandering to a man’s touch—and then, confusingly, to Madhav’s gaze. Savithri was noticing silently knowing that her plan is working.

By lunchtime, Pragya was exhausted. Savithri was waiting with a steaming plate of rice and fish curry.

Pragya - "Eat, my daughter," Savithri said, her voice dripping with fake honey. "I have just received word. My sister in the next village is very ill. I must go for two days."

Pragya felt a cold shiver. "Two days? But Savithri Amma, I will be all alone here."

"Madhav is nearby if there is trouble," Savithri lied, her pure-hearted mask firmly in place.

As Pragya ate, she didn't realize Savithri had doubled the dose of the arousal  herbs in the curry. Pragya, wanting to prove her strength for the bet, also took her usual small dose of the herb openly, thinking she was in control.

Savithri tied her bundle and left with a grin, leaving the door wide open for the night to come.

She went to fold Ranga’s clothes, but his scent triggered a wave of longing that the herbs twisted into a raw, physical ache. She collapsed on the mat, her saree messy and slipping, her knees exposed as she writhed in a hazy dream.

As the clock strikes midnight, the "wild" herb takes total control. Pragya begins to Arouse her wanting a man’s touch . In her drug-induced haze, she stops resisting and actually beckons him into the hut. The intensity lies in the psychological horror of her realizing the truth mid-act—her body betraying her loyalty while her mind desperately tries to find its way back to her husband.

Pragya lay flat on the mat, her sweaty skin glistening like oil under the dim yellow light of the lantern. The extra dose from Savithri’s dinner was like a fire in her belly that wouldn't go out. Her blouseless saree was a tangled mess around her hips, leaving her midriff and chest rising and falling in shallow, jagged gasps.

"Ranga... please... it’s too hot," she moaned, her fingers clutching her nipples.

She started touching herself. She then inserted her fingers slowly in her pussy, this send shivering throughout her body. She can’t control herself and started fingering as fast as she can. 

 



As she continued fingering, She saw The door creaked. The shadow of a man moved across her exposed knees. It wasn't the gentle touch of her husband. It was the firm, predatory grip of the man who had been waiting for the fruit to ripen.

Pragya wanted to scream at him to leave, but her throat felt dry, and a part of her—the part fuelled by Savithri’s extra dose—wanted him to come closer. She just bit her lips and watching him while she is fingering,
 
The heat in the hut was a heavy blanket, but the fire inside Pragya’s blood was hotter. Her sweaty, golden skin seemed to glow in the dim light, Madhav’s hands went down the deep valley of her chest and pooling in her exposed navel. Madhav stood over her, his eyes tracing the blouseless saree that had slipped dangerously low, revealing the soft, heavy curves of her tits.

"You look like a goddess of the forest, Pragya," he whispered, his voice a jagged rasp. "But a goddess shouldn't be shivering like a leaf."

He then leaned down, his face inches from her flushed, burning cheek, and inhaled her scent—a mix of jasmine and the bitter tang of the herbs. While she continued fingering herself  and within minutes she cummed without taking eyes from Madhav.
 
 "Tonight, I leave you. Not because I don't want you, but because I want you to want yourself." He turned on his heel and walked out, leaving her in a state of agonizing confusion.
 
The night was a blur of twisted dreams. Pragya’s long, messy hair tangled around her neck like a noose as she thrashed on the mat. By dawn, her eyes were bloodshot and glazed. Savithri, before leaving, had left a bowl of sweetened milk. Pragya drank it greedily, not knowing it was laced with the another strongest dose yet.
 
While rinsing a sheet, she fell into the water. She stood up, her saree soaking wet and translucent, clinging to every curve of her breasts and midriff. She walked home dripping, her skin glistening under the harsh sun.
 
She stopped to rest the heavy basket. A stray breeze lifted the end of her saree, exposing her smooth, shapely leg up to the knee. She didn't bother to fix it; the cool air on her skin was the only thing that mattered.
She saw a group of women whispering. Usually, she would be ashamed, but today she felt a surge of pride. She shifted her basket, intentionally showing more of her flushed cleavage, enjoying the power of her own beauty.
 
She gathered her laundry basket, her knees trembling under her saree. At the village well, Bhaskar the goon was waiting. Seeing her exposed, sweaty back and the deep dip of her waist, he moved like a snake.

"Let me help you with that, Bhabhi " Bhaskar said, his rough hand "accidentally" brushing against her bare hip.
Pragya gasped, the drug making the contact feel like a jolt of electricity rather than a violation. Her mind screamed to slap him, but her body, fueled by the "wild" herb, didn't pull away. She gave him a hazy, half-lidded look—a signal that Bhaskar took as an invitation.

When she finally entered the hut, she collapsed. Madhav was already there, sitting in the corner. Pragya was far gone; the "wild" personality was clawing its way out.

Madhav - "Look at you, Pragya," Madhav said, walking toward her. He didn't grab her. He spoke like a philosopher. "Why do you wear this mask of the 'loyal village wife'? It’s a cage. You have these beautiful wings, and you clipped them the moment you married Ranga."

Pragya looked up, her lips parted and trembling. "I... I love him."

"Of course you do," Madhav soothed, kneeling by her exposed, sweaty midriff. "But true love isn't a prison. You can love Ranga and still be the wild creature you are. Why choose between a mask and a shadow? Why not live in the shadows where you are free?"

The feeling of her blood singing with life before she forced herself to be "good." She realized that "true love" had become her excuse to hide her true self.

"You want to open your wings again, don't you?" Madhav whispered, his hand finally coming to rest on her burning shoulder.

Pragya looked at the ceiling, her gaze locked in a trance. She felt the heavy weight of the mask finally begin to slide off. She didn't see Madhav as a villain anymore, but as the key to the cage she had built for herself. Slowly, she reached out and pulled him closer, her "wild" self finally taking flight in the dark.

The fourth day broke with a scorching afternoon heat that seemed to mirror the fire raging inside Pragya. For two days, she had fought with every ounce of her willpower, desperately clinging to the image of Ranga and the quiet life they shared. But the constant, heavy doses of the herbs fed to her by Savithri had done their work.

As she sat alone in the heavy silence of the hut, a sudden clarity washed over her. She wasn't fighting Madhav; she was fighting herself. She remembered the old village days before her marriage—the thrilling, secret adventures with the peon, the uninhibited freedom, and the sheer ecstasy of letting her body rule her mind. She realized she had caged her true, wild nature in the name of a safe, ordinary love. The cage was suffocating her, and she wanted out. She decided to set herself free.

It was peak afternoon. The village was dead silent, everyone resting indoors to escape the blazing sun. Madhav was walking back down the dusty path, counting the milk money he had collected, his mind still plotting his next move.

But as he turned the corner toward the hut, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Pragya was standing outside in the secluded corner spot, framed by the thick banyan trees and the mud walls. She wasn’t hiding. She wasn't looking at the ground. Her hair was piled into a loose, messy top bun, with long, damp strands clinging to her sweaty neck and cheeks. Her face was flushed a deep, radiant crimson, her lips slightly parted as she breathed in the heavy air.

She had dbangd her thin cotton saree in a completely loose, blouseless village style. The fabric was wrapped so low on her hips that her entire smooth midriff and deep navel were completely bare, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat under the sunlight. As she shifted her weight, the saree parted, fully exposing her smooth, shapely knee and a tantalizing expanse of her thigh.

Madhav’s firm gaze locked onto her, his heart hammering against his chest. But this time, she didn't look away. The shy, hesitant mask was entirely gone. Her eyes were dark, heavy with desire, and fixed straight on him.

"You took your time today, Madhav," Pragya said, her voice dropping into a low, sultry tone that sent a shiver straight down his spine.

Madhav slowly pocketed the money, stepping into the shaded corner, his predatory instinct flaring. "I told you, Pragya. I am a patient man. I knew you couldn't keep that fake mask on for long."

Pragya let out a soft, mocking laugh, taking a slow step toward him. The movement caused her loose saree to slip further off her shoulder, revealing the full, heavy curve of her bare breast.

Pragya - "It wasn't a fake mask, Madhav ji . It was a cage. But today, I broke it."
 
Madhav closed the distance between them until his chest was almost touching her bare shoulder. The thick scent of jasmine, sweat, and the intoxicating herbs filled his senses.

Madhav -  "So, you’ve finally realized who you belong to?"

Pragya - "I belong to no one but my own pleasure," Pragya whispered, her breathing turning shallow and heavy. She reached out, her soft, warm hand pressing firmly against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

Pragya - "Show me the freedom , Madhav. Don't make me wait anymore."

Madhav didn't hold back. He grabbed her by her slender waist, his rough hands digging into the soft skin of her exposed midriff. Pragya gasped, a hot shiver running through her entire body as he pulled her flush against him. Her heavy breasts pressed tightly against his chest, the heat between them instantly becoming unbearable.

He bent his head down, his lips forcefully locking onto hers. Pragya responded with a wild, desperate hunger she had suppressed . She opened her mouth, tangling her fingers in his hair as they traded deep, passionate kisses that left them both breathless. Madhav’s hands roamed freely over her body, sliding down the smooth curve of her back, gripping her bare hips, and pulling her lifting thigh up against his waist.

"Ah... Madhav," she moaned against his lips, her knees completely buckling, not out of weakness, but from the sheer, overwhelming rush of pleasure.

He lifted her easily, carrying her into the dark, cool interior of the hut, slamming the wooden door shut behind them. He laid her flat on the rough straw mat. In the dim, filtered afternoon light, her body looked like a masterpiece—her sweaty skin glistening, her saree completely disheveled and pooled around her thighs, leaving her heavy curves completely exposed to his ravenous gaze.

Madhav knelt between her parted thighs, his eyes locked onto her face. Pragya looked up at him, her chest heaving, a wild, wicked smile finally breaking across her beautiful, flushed face as she completely surrendered to the shadows of her past.

Pragya’s blouse less saree was complete slide off, and due to it sliding up, both her breasts were out of it. Because Pragya 
was laid  with one leg straight and the other leg raised.

Her petticoat had moved above her knees and slid down to her waist, and her pussy and pubic area were completely naked. 
Madhav switched on the light in the room and closed the open window. Pragya was in excitement to submit herself to a man other than Ranga after months.

In the light of the room, He saw her pussy and its pink lips which is smooth and clean. Seeing the open breasts and pussy of Pragya, Madhav started getting excited, and his dick raised its head.

Madhav kept standing there in a mesmerised state for a long time and kept looking at her. He could not control himself anymore and  started fondling her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other.

He was stunned as soon as he placed my hand on Pragya’s breasts because they were very hard and solid, but their skin was very soft. Her pussy was as soft as silk, and her pussy was smooth like a ghee, and her clitoris was as thick as a pea.

As soon as his hands touched those parts of Pragya’s body, she closed her eyes, without moving, she bit her lips in a very lustful way. Madhav understood that she was also burning in the fire of lust, so He bent down and placed his lips on 
Pragya’s lips and started rubbing her body parts rapidly.



Pragya welcomed his lips by pressing her lips on them, and while sucking them, she put her tongue in his mouth. After this exchange of lips and tongue for some time, Pragya and Madhav started sucking each other’s lips restlessly. As soon as He started caressing her breasts and clitoris, she also put her hand inside his pants and started caressing his dick. By continuing this activity for the next ten minutes, They both got excited.

Pragya’s gbang-like nipples became very hard, and the veins of his dick started swelling. Then He took Pragya’s nipples in his mouth and started sucking them, and inserted his big finger in her pussy and started moving it in and out.

Pragya also pulled back the skin of his dick and took out the dick head. Then started caressing its edges with her fingers and thumb. After about ten minutes of this activity, both of them got very excited, and a few drops of pre-cum came out of his dick.

Juice started leaking from Pragya’s pussy, too. In that condition, when Madhav looked into Pragya’s eyes, her intoxication inspired him to start intercourse. He immediately got up and took off Pragya’s saree and petticoat and made her naked, and then took off his shirt and Lungi.

Then He lay on the bed on his back and signalled Pragya to sit on his dick.
Understanding his signal, Pragya got down with her legs on both sides of his waist and holding his dick in her hand. She placed it in line with the mouth of her pussy and sat on it, applying gentle pressure.

Pragya – “Ahh, I missed this excitement, this is the true freedom that I lacked, keep digging my pussy, I will fuck your raw dig and suck your juice all by myself”

In a few moments, when his dick-head entered Pragya’s pussy, some lines of discomfort and pain appeared on Pragya’s face. A moan came out of her mouth.

Madhav – “What happened? Did it hurt a lot?”

Pragya nodded and said- “ No , I like it , I love the way your dick penetrating me Ahh I love it, just a little uncomforting in the position”.

Pragya sat like that for two minutes, and then, when she became a little comfortable, she once again applied pressure downwards, and his entire dick entered her pussy in one stroke.

As soon as this happened, Pragya lay down on him, screaming,

Pragya -  ‘Ahh. I missed these this excitement’ and he saw that tears had come out of her eyes. He took her in his arms and kissed her cheeks and lips

After that, Pragya lay on top of him for the next five minutes with her hips humping his dick and kept pressing her firm and hard breasts and nipples into his chest, and he kept caressing and massaging her back and buttocks.

After five minutes, she again sat up on him and moved her hips, she started moving it in and out of the pussy by jumping.
She kept doing this slowly for five minutes, and then after that, she started having intercourse by jumping very fast.
It had been 20 minutes since Pragya had started intercourse sitting on top, when her body stiffened and her pussy contracted very fast, and she lay down on him, moaning.

Pragya, drenched in sweat–  “ Enough, I am tired ,now its your turn” .

Listening to her, He turned over and made her lie down under him, and he climbed on top of her and started having sex. Because Pragya’s pussy still gripped his dick, he was feeling a lot of friction while moving it in and out.

Madhav – “ Bitch , how can your pussy so tight. I know you were a slut and got rammed by multiple men“

Pragya – “That’s god gift of mine for having a tight pussy after having multiple dicks in me. You should worship my pussy for the pleasure you are feeling “

Madhav with a proud smile started pounding her harder , after about 10 minutes Pragya moaned loudly, and hot juice started leaking from her pussy. Due to that juice discharge, Pragya’s pussy became very smooth. Madhav started having fast intercourse very easily.