30-09-2026, 11:00 AM
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“Beautiful,” she said softly. “So loud. So wet. So perfectly ashamed. And we have not even put a cock in her yet.”
Thakur slowly withdrew his glistening fingers and held them up between the two of them so both husband and wife could see the thick, clear strands of her arousal stretching between his fingers.
“She is ready,” he said. “And she is going to look right at you the entire time we fuck her.”
Priya’s eyes fluttered, still locked on Raghu’s. Another helpless shiver ran through her. Fresh wetness already gathered between her thighs again.
The teasing had only made her worse.
And they were just getting started.
Priya was forced onto her hands and knees on the cot.
Thakur and Kaali positioned her carefully so that her face was turned directly toward Raghu, only a foot of space between them. Her tear-streaked cheeks, wide eyes, and open mouth were right there for her husband to see. Every flicker of expression—shame, panic, unwanted need—would be impossible to hide.
“Please…” Priya’s voice cracked. “Not here… please let me take anywhere else. I can’t… not in front of my husband. Please… do anything to me but in the other room… please…”
Her arms trembled under her weight. Fresh tears slipped down her nose and dropped onto the sheet between her and Raghu. Her full breasts hung heavy beneath her, still beaded with milk. The soft, shaved mound of her cunt was already shiny and open, a thin string of arousal dripping toward the cot.
Thakur moved behind her, one large hand settling on the small of her back, holding her in place. Kaali knelt on the other side, already naked, the thick 9-inch length of her cock standing rigid and flushed, the broad head resting just against the soaked entrance of Priya’s cunt.
Thakur shook his head slowly, almost gently.
“No. No. No. Hero must look at his heroine housewife and see exactly how she will scream under two cocks. Your husband thought he was a super hero. He fought against a big man in society. He showed his attitude along with his five team members. So we selected Raghu first… next one by one.”
He stepped around to Priya’s face, freeing his own cock—9½ thick, heavy inches, the vein along the underside already pulsing. He rested the heavy head against her soft lower lip, smearing a bead of precum across it.
“Open,” he said quietly. “And keep your eyes on him the whole time.”
Priya’s lips parted on a broken sob.
“Please… ahhhh… not here…”
Kaali pressed forward just enough for the thick head of her cock to stretch the outer lips of Priya’s cunt. The pressure alone made Priya’s arms buckle for a second.
“Haaaaaa—”
The moan tore out of her, high and startled. Her eyes stayed locked on Raghu’s face even as her body shivered hard.
Thakur did not wait.
Thakur slowly withdrew his glistening fingers and held them up between the two of them so both husband and wife could see the thick, clear strands of her arousal stretching between his fingers.
“She is ready,” he said. “And she is going to look right at you the entire time we fuck her.”
Priya’s eyes fluttered, still locked on Raghu’s. Another helpless shiver ran through her. Fresh wetness already gathered between her thighs again.
The teasing had only made her worse.
And they were just getting started.
Priya was forced onto her hands and knees on the cot.
Thakur and Kaali positioned her carefully so that her face was turned directly toward Raghu, only a foot of space between them. Her tear-streaked cheeks, wide eyes, and open mouth were right there for her husband to see. Every flicker of expression—shame, panic, unwanted need—would be impossible to hide.
“Please…” Priya’s voice cracked. “Not here… please let me take anywhere else. I can’t… not in front of my husband. Please… do anything to me but in the other room… please…”
Her arms trembled under her weight. Fresh tears slipped down her nose and dropped onto the sheet between her and Raghu. Her full breasts hung heavy beneath her, still beaded with milk. The soft, shaved mound of her cunt was already shiny and open, a thin string of arousal dripping toward the cot.
Thakur moved behind her, one large hand settling on the small of her back, holding her in place. Kaali knelt on the other side, already naked, the thick 9-inch length of her cock standing rigid and flushed, the broad head resting just against the soaked entrance of Priya’s cunt.
Thakur shook his head slowly, almost gently.
“No. No. No. Hero must look at his heroine housewife and see exactly how she will scream under two cocks. Your husband thought he was a super hero. He fought against a big man in society. He showed his attitude along with his five team members. So we selected Raghu first… next one by one.”
He stepped around to Priya’s face, freeing his own cock—9½ thick, heavy inches, the vein along the underside already pulsing. He rested the heavy head against her soft lower lip, smearing a bead of precum across it.
“Open,” he said quietly. “And keep your eyes on him the whole time.”
Priya’s lips parted on a broken sob.
“Please… ahhhh… not here…”
Kaali pressed forward just enough for the thick head of her cock to stretch the outer lips of Priya’s cunt. The pressure alone made Priya’s arms buckle for a second.
“Haaaaaa—”
The moan tore out of her, high and startled. Her eyes stayed locked on Raghu’s face even as her body shivered hard.
Thakur did not wait.
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