09-10-2026, 07:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-10-2026, 07:02 AM by kirak9484. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
The lungi goon straightened, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and raised his voice so every man in the room could hear.
“Hey, all members, listen. Today we will have these two women as our will. She lost the bet. This day and tomorrow are ours. Each one of us can use them to the fullest.”
Laughter rolled through the group—low, hungry, ugly. The goon’s eyes locked on Rajesh.
“Hey Rajesh… your wife lost the bet. Ha ha… laughing… what will happen, you know…”
Rajesh’s face was tight with tension. His voice came out rough, almost breaking.
“Sir… please leave us. Already you enjoyed with both… then please leave…”
The rowdy goon stepped closer, lungi shifting around his thick thighs. He looked Rajesh straight in the eye, voice calm and absolute.
“Hey sissy… still my cock has not entered any hole of these two traditional beautiful women—cunt, ass, or mouth. Then how will I leave?”
The words struck Ananya and Komali like a physical blow. Both women froze. The image of that thick cock forcing into their untouched places burned into their minds. Ananya’s body reacted first. She pushed herself up from the sofa on shaking legs, the open embra still hanging around her full breasts, thighs shiny with her own juices. She went straight to the goon’s feet and dropped to her knees.
“Please… leave us…”
Komali’s voice followed, soft and panicked, still trembling where she knelt.
“I am just innocent… he came only three days to my home… please…”
The goon looked down at them both and simply shook his head.
Ananya turned to Rajesh, tears streaking her face. Her voice cracked with apology and desperate resolve.
“Sorry… this decision I am taking for your sister’s well-being…”
She turned back to the goon, pressing her forehead almost to the floor.
“Sir… please let her and my husband go. Please use me up to yours… and I will submit myself completely.”
The goon was silent for a long moment, studying her. Then he spoke, slow and deliberate.
“After thinking… but your husband should see how you have been moaning and cumming. Everything he should see. How a married wife jumps on our cocks. He should see.”
One of the assistants stepped forward with a cruel grin.
“Bhai… iski tho chodenge ka khoob… video shoot karke iski husband ko dikhayenge… thaake after sex wo complaint na de…”
The goon laughed, deep and satisfied, and accepted at once.
“OK. You understand.”
Komali’s head snapped up, eyes wide with horror.
“Komali bhabhi… don’t do this to save me…”
Ananya shook her head hard, voice firm even through the tears.
“No, Komali… and Rajesh, you both take the kid and go.”
Rajesh’s face twisted. He stepped forward.
“I will stay here—”
Ananya cut him off, almost pleading.
“But I don’t… I can’t give them in front of you. Please go…”
The goon’s hand closed around Ananya’s hair, tilting her face up so she had to look at him.
“He stays long enough to watch the first part. Then the video will show him the rest. You submitted. Now stand up. Take off whatever is left. Show your husband how a traditional wife offers her body when she loses.”
Ananya rose on unsteady legs. With shaking hands she pushed the ruined embra off her shoulders completely. It fell. She stood fully naked in front of every man in the room—full breasts heavy and marked, smooth hairless cunt still glistening and slightly open from Komali’s mouth, thighs shiny. Her face burned with shame, she did try to cover herself....
But goon her hair pluck and towards husband...he told look your beautiful wife's face and her neck is shining with thalli bottu........ Today we will do many experiments in fucking her.... And he oder now them go you both but your wife will come only after two days... And we will give a bastard child also.... Nooooo she tcrued and Rajesh Also.....but remain two members throw both up to auto after komai took wear cloths.... And Auto gets s and while Ananya seeing towards Rajesh eyes the door shut and closed..........
“Hey, all members, listen. Today we will have these two women as our will. She lost the bet. This day and tomorrow are ours. Each one of us can use them to the fullest.”
Laughter rolled through the group—low, hungry, ugly. The goon’s eyes locked on Rajesh.
“Hey Rajesh… your wife lost the bet. Ha ha… laughing… what will happen, you know…”
Rajesh’s face was tight with tension. His voice came out rough, almost breaking.
“Sir… please leave us. Already you enjoyed with both… then please leave…”
The rowdy goon stepped closer, lungi shifting around his thick thighs. He looked Rajesh straight in the eye, voice calm and absolute.
“Hey sissy… still my cock has not entered any hole of these two traditional beautiful women—cunt, ass, or mouth. Then how will I leave?”
The words struck Ananya and Komali like a physical blow. Both women froze. The image of that thick cock forcing into their untouched places burned into their minds. Ananya’s body reacted first. She pushed herself up from the sofa on shaking legs, the open embra still hanging around her full breasts, thighs shiny with her own juices. She went straight to the goon’s feet and dropped to her knees.
“Please… leave us…”
Komali’s voice followed, soft and panicked, still trembling where she knelt.
“I am just innocent… he came only three days to my home… please…”
The goon looked down at them both and simply shook his head.
Ananya turned to Rajesh, tears streaking her face. Her voice cracked with apology and desperate resolve.
“Sorry… this decision I am taking for your sister’s well-being…”
She turned back to the goon, pressing her forehead almost to the floor.
“Sir… please let her and my husband go. Please use me up to yours… and I will submit myself completely.”
The goon was silent for a long moment, studying her. Then he spoke, slow and deliberate.
“After thinking… but your husband should see how you have been moaning and cumming. Everything he should see. How a married wife jumps on our cocks. He should see.”
One of the assistants stepped forward with a cruel grin.
“Bhai… iski tho chodenge ka khoob… video shoot karke iski husband ko dikhayenge… thaake after sex wo complaint na de…”
The goon laughed, deep and satisfied, and accepted at once.
“OK. You understand.”
Komali’s head snapped up, eyes wide with horror.
“Komali bhabhi… don’t do this to save me…”
Ananya shook her head hard, voice firm even through the tears.
“No, Komali… and Rajesh, you both take the kid and go.”
Rajesh’s face twisted. He stepped forward.
“I will stay here—”
Ananya cut him off, almost pleading.
“But I don’t… I can’t give them in front of you. Please go…”
The goon’s hand closed around Ananya’s hair, tilting her face up so she had to look at him.
“He stays long enough to watch the first part. Then the video will show him the rest. You submitted. Now stand up. Take off whatever is left. Show your husband how a traditional wife offers her body when she loses.”
Ananya rose on unsteady legs. With shaking hands she pushed the ruined embra off her shoulders completely. It fell. She stood fully naked in front of every man in the room—full breasts heavy and marked, smooth hairless cunt still glistening and slightly open from Komali’s mouth, thighs shiny. Her face burned with shame, she did try to cover herself....
But goon her hair pluck and towards husband...he told look your beautiful wife's face and her neck is shining with thalli bottu........ Today we will do many experiments in fucking her.... And he oder now them go you both but your wife will come only after two days... And we will give a bastard child also.... Nooooo she tcrued and Rajesh Also.....but remain two members throw both up to auto after komai took wear cloths.... And Auto gets s and while Ananya seeing towards Rajesh eyes the door shut and closed..........
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