51 minutes ago
Vicky leaned back in the visitor’s chair, that easy, knowing smile still on his face.
“Hi Rajesh, how are you? Where did you go?”
Rajesh forced his voice to stay even, even as the photographs of Ananya—thighs spread wide against a strong chest, cunt taking thick cock after thick cock—still burned behind his eyes.
“Nothing, sir. Just up to home.”
“OK.” Vicky’s eyes narrowed slightly, casual but sharp. “Why is your wife Ananya not going to college these recent days?”
Rajesh’s stomach tightened. The lie came quickly, the same one he and Ananya had agreed on without ever speaking it aloud.
“Sir, she kept leave for one week… as my sister came from many days. So she kept leave.”
Vicky nodded slowly, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“OK, good. She and your sister both enjoying in home.”
Rajesh managed a non-committal “Hmmm…” while his cock gave another unwanted twitch at the memory of those printed photos.
Vicky continued, voice light, almost friendly.
“We will come to your home, Rajesh. We have a function in our home this weekend. So we will come and invite you.”
“Sir, it’s our pleasure. Sure, sir.”
Rajesh heard himself add, almost desperately,
“When you will come to home, sure you should take food in our home, sir. As Ananya is best cook.”
Vicky’s smile widened.
“OK, OK, sure, Rajesh. But sure we will inform. OK, Rajesh, you can go.”
Rajesh nodded, escaped to his own cabin, and closed the door with slightly shaking hands. He sat down hard, still half-hard, still seeing Ananya locked against a stranger’s chest with her soft thighs forced open.
Inside the visitor’s cabin the moment the door shut, Rohan turned to Vicky.
“What function are you celebrating, Vicky?”
Vicky’s laugh was low and private.
“Hey, no… nothing. Only for Ananya it’s going to celebrate. And we can go evening to Rajesh’s home. OK? Let’s see how Ananya will receive us… and let’s see how Rajesh’s sister is.”
Both men laughed, the sound rich with shared intent.
“Hi Rajesh, how are you? Where did you go?”
Rajesh forced his voice to stay even, even as the photographs of Ananya—thighs spread wide against a strong chest, cunt taking thick cock after thick cock—still burned behind his eyes.
“Nothing, sir. Just up to home.”
“OK.” Vicky’s eyes narrowed slightly, casual but sharp. “Why is your wife Ananya not going to college these recent days?”
Rajesh’s stomach tightened. The lie came quickly, the same one he and Ananya had agreed on without ever speaking it aloud.
“Sir, she kept leave for one week… as my sister came from many days. So she kept leave.”
Vicky nodded slowly, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“OK, good. She and your sister both enjoying in home.”
Rajesh managed a non-committal “Hmmm…” while his cock gave another unwanted twitch at the memory of those printed photos.
Vicky continued, voice light, almost friendly.
“We will come to your home, Rajesh. We have a function in our home this weekend. So we will come and invite you.”
“Sir, it’s our pleasure. Sure, sir.”
Rajesh heard himself add, almost desperately,
“When you will come to home, sure you should take food in our home, sir. As Ananya is best cook.”
Vicky’s smile widened.
“OK, OK, sure, Rajesh. But sure we will inform. OK, Rajesh, you can go.”
Rajesh nodded, escaped to his own cabin, and closed the door with slightly shaking hands. He sat down hard, still half-hard, still seeing Ananya locked against a stranger’s chest with her soft thighs forced open.
Inside the visitor’s cabin the moment the door shut, Rohan turned to Vicky.
“What function are you celebrating, Vicky?”
Vicky’s laugh was low and private.
“Hey, no… nothing. Only for Ananya it’s going to celebrate. And we can go evening to Rajesh’s home. OK? Let’s see how Ananya will receive us… and let’s see how Rajesh’s sister is.”
Both men laughed, the sound rich with shared intent.


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