07-02-2026, 07:19 PM
After her orgasm, Lalla kept stroking her roughly for two more minutes.
His thick cock slammed in and out of her dripping pussy with wet, brutal slaps.
Divya’s body jerked with every thrust — breasts bouncing wildly, mangalsutra chain slapping against her sweaty chest, nipples still sore and swollen from earlier pinching.
Her thighs trembled, juices running down in thick streams, mixing with his pre-cum on the bathroom floor tiles.
She moaned brokenly, “Aah… uncle ji… bas… abhi… mmm…”
Suddenly someone knocked hard on the door.
“Lalla! Station aa raha hai!”
Divya’s eyes flew open. She looked at Lalla in panic.
Lalla groaned in frustration. He pulled his cock out slowly — wet, glistening, still rock-hard and throbbing.
Cum and her juices made strings between them. Divya’s pussy gaped for a second — red, swollen, leaking.
He stepped to the door. Opened it just a crack — enough to see outside.
A man stood there — same age, same dirty look, another samosa seller.
He saw Divya through the gap — naked, breasts heaving, hands trying to cover them shyly, face flushed.
The man’s eyes widened. Dirty smile spread.
Lalla said quick, “Bucket khali ho gaya. Main aata hoon.”
He closed the door.
Then turned to Divya.
He slapped her ass hard — loud crack echoed in small bathroom.
Red handprint bloomed instantly on her fair cheek.
“Peeche se karunga ab,” he said.
He turned her around rough.
Bent her forward.
Divya put both hands on water pump.
Ass out. Legs spread.
Lalla slapped her ass again — harder. Twice more.
Each slap made her cry out — “Aah… uncle ji…!”
Then he roughly put his cock at her pussy entrance.
Head rubbed her swollen lips once.
Then slammed in full force.
Divya shouted loud — “AHHHH… phir se… … AHHH!”
He started drilling her roughly. No mercy. Hands gripped her hips like vise — fingers digging deep bruises.
Cock pounded deep, fast, brutal.
Each thrust bottomed out hard — balls slapping her clit wetly.
Breasts swung forward with every slam.
Divya moaned and shouted for every stroke.
“Aah… abbahh… uncle ji… please..mm ..mm .... abbahh ......AHHH…!”
She got orgasm two times in five minutes.
First one hit fast — body shaking, walls clamping tight around his cock. “AHHH… phir se…!” Juices squirted out around his shaft.
HE given stroking without gap.
Second one even stronger — legs buckled.
divya shouted “AHHH… uncle ji… mar jaungi… andar hi… AHHH!” Cunt spasmed violently. More juices gushed.
Lalla didn’t stop.
Kept drilling rough — five minutes continuous. Grunts loud.
Sweat dripped from his body onto her back.
Finally he groaned deep — “Le beti… andar hi… daaloongaa…!”
He thrust deep one last time.
Held there.
Hot thick seeds spurted inside her — pulse after pulse.
Filled her completely. Overflowed.
Leaked down her thighs in sticky white lines. Mixed with her juices. Fell on tiles with soft plops.
He stayed buried inside long time. Breathing heavy like bull.
Then pulled out slow. Cum poured out more — thick, creamy. Dripped on floor.
Divya collapsed forward — hands on sink, legs shaking. Breasts heaving. Tears on cheeks. Pussy red, gaping, leaking his seed.
Lalla slapped her ass once more — light this time. Smiled dirty.
“Bahut achha tha, beti.”
He wore lungi quick. Opened door. Left.
Divya stayed there. . Cleaned up with water. .
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