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Priyanka’s heart thundered as she slid out of the tangled sheets, bare feet sinking into the cool floor. Her hands pressed desperately against the swell of her breasts, the thin cotton of her bra doing nothing to hide the way her nipples had hardened into tight, aching peaks. The mound between her thighs throbbed with lingering heat, still slick and swollen from the throbbing pulse of her release. Her cheeks burned scarlet, eyes glassy with unshed tears and raw, unwanted desire.
The pallu of her deep-red silk saree had completely slipped, pooling like spilled blood at her waist. The blouse hung open, one sleeve torn, the fabric clinging damply to the heavy curves of her breasts. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps—each one pushing those perfect tits higher, the deep valley between them flushed and glistening.
Gunda sat sprawled on the rumpled bed like a king of filth, only his sweat-soaked shorts clinging to his massive body. The dark, coarse hair on his barrel chest was plastered flat, matted strips running down the deep canyon of his belly, which jiggled softly with every heavy breath. Thick thighs spread wide, the bulge of his cock—still rock-hard and throbbing obscenely—strained the thin fabric, the fat head clearly outlined, leaking a dark spot of pre-cum at the tip.
Sweat dripped from his chin, caught in the tangled beard. His eyes burned with pure, animal hunger, fixed on the trembling goddess before him like she was the last drop of water in the desert.
Priyanka’s gaze locked on him. A storm of conflicting emotions crashed through her mind. Her husband Ramu’s face flashed—old, sagging, with that familiar, lopsided nose and the slight tremor in his lips as he’d entered her for the very first time years ago. She had loved him, married him, given him everything. And yet…
Gunda’s body was a nightmare of excess. Fat, soft, repulsive. Every inch of him poured with sweat—thick beads racing down the deep crease of his armpit, sliding over the heavy slope of his tit, pooling in the soft roll of his gut before dripping onto the sweat-soaked sheets. His cock strained so hard against the fabric it looked ready to tear through, the outline obscene and thick.
Yet her lips still remembered the brutal press of his mouth against hers. Those fat, slimy lips sucking on her tongue. His tongue—hot, thick, tasting of stale tobacco and lust—lapping between her thighs, curling inside her dripping cunt while his fat fingers fucked her ass. She had moaned. She had come. She had begged.
Tears spilled hot down her flushed cheeks. Her fingers dug harder into her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh until the nipples poked painfully through the fabric.
“I… I can’t stop looking at him,” her mind screamed. “Why did I let his ugly, fat body touch me? What is wrong with me?”
Gunda’s chest rose and fell like a bellows. He understood every thought racing through her beautiful, guilty head. The disgust. The shame. The fear. But his cock was a steel rod now, leaking, pulsing, demanding. He had already peeled her blouse open, one hand squeezing her left breast through the bra, thumb circling the swollen nipple. He wasn’t stopping. Not now. Not ever.
His eyes narrowed with cruel satisfaction as her body trembled between lust and revulsion—her nipples begging to be pinched, her cunt dripping for the monster she hated.
Gunda sat on the bed, his thick, sweaty thighs spreading wide and pressing deep into the mattress. Sweat glistened on his massive chest and jiggled with every breath, the coarse dark hair of his belly clinging wetly to his soft skin. His shorts were now obscenely tented, the thick ridge of his cock straining against the fabric, already leaking a dark, glistening spot at the tip.
He rose slowly, towering over her like a slobbering bull. His thick arms slid around Priyanka from behind, engulfing her tiny waist completely. The soft, warm flesh of her belly and hips sank between his fat fingers as he yanked her back against his sweat-drenched chest. The heat of his body poured into her like a furnace. She could feel the heavy, slick weight of his belly pressing against her spine, the fat of his thighs molding to hers.
His lips found her cheek first—soft, wet, open-mouthed—then the other. A hot, messy trail of saliva followed each kiss.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Priyanka whispered, voice trembling, half protest, half moan. Her hands fluttered up, trying to push his chin away, but her fingers only slid helplessly over his stubble.
“Shhh… shhh… here, I’m calming you,” Gunda rumbled, voice deep and rough, right against her ear. One massive hand stayed locked on her waist, squeezing the soft give of her flesh until the skin indented. The other slid up, thick fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. He tilted her head slightly and bit down—gentle, playful pressure of his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin just below her hairline.
“Mmm… ahh!” Priyanka’s breath hitched. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out despite herself. Her whole body shuddered, nipples instantly tightening into painful little peaks that poked obscenely against the thin bra. The pill’s heat surged through her veins, making every nerve flare with unwanted fire.
Gunda’s lips brushed her neck, hot and wet. “I know what you’re thinking, Priyanka,” he whispered, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “Your old Ramu… he’s not worthy of your trust. He betrayed you. Cheated. Destroyed your first time. Now he’s out there fucking that young whore Suma while you’re dripping for something real.”
“No… that’s not…” Priyanka’s voice cracked. There was zero strength in it—only a shaky, pathetic whisper of resistance that melted the moment his tongue flicked out and traced the salty sweat along the side of her neck.
Gunda chuckled darkly, the vibration rolling straight down her spine. He tightened his hold, pressing her harder against his fat, quivering body. “He destroyed your virginity? A girl three times his age? He pumped his dirty old cum straight into your womb. Now he’s enjoying her tight little cunt while you stand here trembling, panties soaked for this fat, ugly bastard.”
Priyanka’s breath hitched violently. Her eyes stung with fresh tears as the words sank in. Her hands tried again—weak, trembling pushes against his massive forearms—but her body betrayed her, arching back into his touch, breasts heaving, cunt clenching with fresh, shameful wetness.
Gunda’s thick fingers slid lower, stroking the soft plane of her stomach in slow, possessive circles, dipping teasingly around her navel. He leaned down, lips lingering on her cheek, sucking gently on the tender skin before dragging his hot tongue across it, leaving a trail of wet saliva that made her shiver violently.
“Umm… ahhh… please… don’t…” she whimpered, voice breaking into a desperate little moan. Her hips twitched involuntarily, pressing back against the massive, throbbing bulge of his cock that now ground hotly against the curve of her ass.
“But you’re already so wet for me,” he growled, licking the back of her neck again—slow, wet strokes of his tongue that made her knees buckle. “Look how your body is trembling. This is what you need. Not that cheating, repulsive old man. This… this fat, sweaty body that knows how to fuck a real woman.”
His teeth scbangd playfully over her neck once more, and Priyanka’s moan turned into a broken, helpless sound, her tears mixing with the sweat on her flushed cheeks as her mind drowned in shame, lust, and the dark pleasure of being claimed.
Gunda held her even tighter from behind, his massive arms crushing her soft waist against his sweat-drenched chest. His left hand stayed planted low on her stomach, thick fingers digging in with deliberate, filthy pressure—circling her navel, pressing deep into the soft, warm give of her skin, then sliding lower to brush the warm crease where her belly met her hips. The right hand shot upward, slipping under the hem of her bra and cupping one heavy breast in its full, fat palm. His fingers spread wide, feeling every soft inch of her breast, the firm weight, the way her nipple strained against the thin lace like a hard little cock.
His thumb found the nipple and pressed—slow, relentless—making it swell and poke obscenely through the fabric with every deliberate squeeze. The other hand stayed glued to the back of her neck, tongue flicking out in lazy, wet licks that tasted the salty-sweet sweat rolling down her spine.
“Uh… uhh… Gunda… ahh…” Priyanka’s voice cracked, trembling between shame and raw, throbbing need. Her hands fluttered weakly against his chest, fingers pushing at his massive arms, but she couldn’t stop her body from arching back into his touch. The pill burned hotter in her blood. “Today… this is wrong…”
Gunda’s lips brushed her ear, voice a low, mocking growl. “Wrong? Ramu’s out there squeezing Suma’s little tits like this right now—while you’re standing here dripping for this fat old cock.” He gave her left breast a brutal squeeze, fingers twisting the nipple until it popped out of the bra, swollen and glistening. “Look how hard you’re getting for me.”
His hand moved lower, yanking the hem of her saree with one rough tug. The silk slipped down her hips with a soft whisper, pooling at her feet. Only her skirt remained—thin, clinging fabric now the only barrier left.
“Gunda… what have you done?” Priyanka gasped, eyes wide, but her voice was already melting into a broken moan. Her hands flew up, trying to tug the saree back up, but he pinned her wrists to her sides with one thick forearm.
“Nothing yet,” he whispered hotly against her neck, sucking a dark purple mark right under her ear. “This is just the beginning, baby.” He reached around, cupping both her breasts now in one huge hand, squeezing them together until they overflowed his palm, nipples dragged roughly over the edge of the bra. Then his other hand slid down, thick fingers gripping her ass through the skirt—squeezing the soft, round cheeks, digging in until the fabric creased. She felt his massive erection grind hard against the cleft of her ass.
Her body shook violently. “Uhh… uhh… please… ahhh…” The words came out half plea, half whimper. Sweat beaded on her back, sliding down her spine while her cunt clenched empty, soaked through her panties.
The moment the petticoat thread snapped, it fell with a soft silk whisper. The inner petticoat slid down her legs in a silky cascade, pooling around her ankles. Priyanka instinctively dropped both hands, covering her hair in frantic little gestures, fingers pressing desperately against her forehead as fresh tears spilled down her flushed cheeks. Her thighs trembled, tiny beads of sweat glistening on the soft white skin.
Gunda’s eyes gleamed with pure, wicked delight. He watched the rich, beautiful girl—once so proper—now standing there in nothing but a torn bra, panties, and trembling hands over her head. His fat cock throbbed violently against her ass, leaking hot pre-cum that soaked through the thin fabric.
Without warning, his free hand shot down and landed on her wrists, fingers sliding between hers, prying her hands apart. “No hiding now,” he growled, voice dripping with lust. “I want to see every inch of you.”
Priyanka’s resistance shattered completely. Her hands dropped limp at her sides, fingers curling slightly against the sheets as her breathing grew deep, ragged, and desperate. The pill’s fire had consumed her mind—every nerve screaming with need.
Gunda’s thick finger slipped past the waistband of her soaked panties without hesitation, sliding straight through her dripping folds. Her pussy was completely bald, silky smooth, shiny with her juices. The moment his calloused fingertip brushed the soft, hairless skin, a violent shock of pleasure exploded through her body. She cried out—“Ohhh…!”—and her thighs flew open wider on instinct, knees bending as her hips jerked forward.
His finger circled her swollen clit with slow, filthy strokes, then dipped lower and pushed inside. The tight, wet heat welcomed him instantly. He moved it in and out, twisting, curling, stretching her dripping cunt while his other hand stayed locked behind her head, teeth sinking into the side of her neck—gentle but firm, just enough to make her moan louder.
“Ahhh… uhh… Gunda… ahhhh…” Priyanka’s voice was thick, broken, pure lust. Her body trembled, thighs shaking, and her hands finally rested weakly on his thick thighs, gripping the fabric as if she couldn’t stand on her own.
Gunda kept fucking her with his finger—slow, deep, relentless—until her cunt was gushing around his knuckle, her juices coating his hand. Then he pulled out.
Priyanka’s eyes snapped open, desperate. “No… don’t stop…” She grabbed his wrist with both hands, forcing his finger back inside, deeper than before. Her lips parted on a long, trembling moan, hips rolling greedily against his hand.
Gunda’s eyes flashed with dark triumph. He turned her slowly but firmly until she faced him, her perky breasts crushed against his sweat-slick chest through the torn bra, her soft thighs pressed tight between his massive ones. Priyanka looked up at his filthy, sweaty face—red cheeks, glistening beard, eyes burning with hunger—and instinctively closed her eyes in shame and shame-soaked desire.
Gunda smiled, leaned in, and claimed her mouth.
His lips pressed to hers—soft at first—then sucked her lower lip into his hot, wet mouth. The sound of their wet kissing filled the room: “Chup… mwa… chup… smack…” Heavy, filthy, obscene. Their tongues fused, sliding, dancing, sharing the sweet taste of the pill and her own arousal. Priyanka surrendered completely. She sucked his lower lip hard, tongue sliding deep, swirling with his, moaning into his mouth as her hands tangled in his thick hair, pulling him closer, kissing him back with greedy, desperate hunger.
Gunda’s hands roamed her body—thick fingers squeezing her soft hips hard, grinding his massive erection against her belly through their clothes. He broke the kiss just enough to growl, “You already asked what’s it… what’s it?”
Priyanka’s eyes flew open for one shocked second. Her hands were already on his front—on the huge, rock-hard bulge in his shorts, feeling the thick, throbbing shape of his cock through the fabric. She shivered violently, thighs clenching, a fresh gush of wetness soaking her panties.
Gunda didn’t stop her. He simply smiled, wicked and satisfied, and picked her up effortlessly with his massive arms. He carried her to the bed, laid her down on her back, and straddled her thighs, lowering himself until his thick, sweaty body pinned her in place.
He reached for the half-eaten rasagulla, brought it to her lips, and fed her slowly—watching her tongue lick the sticky sweet juice from his fingers, her lips parting on a soft, hungry moan.
Then the next drop slipped from her mouth… fell… slid straight down between her heaving breasts, dripping into the deep, dark valley of her cleavage, soaking the lace of her bra until it clung wetly to her hard nipples.
Priyanka’s lips parted on a soft, startled moan as the cool, sweet drops of rasagulla slid straight down between her heaving breasts. “Ahh…” The sound was barely a whisper, but it trembled with shame and the first real spark of pleasure. Her whole body shivered at the sticky sweetness running down her cleavage, cooling the burning skin.
Gunda’s eyes darkened with hunger. He leaned in slowly, thick tongue flicking out to catch the last glistening trail of juice. He licked it up with lazy, wet strokes—long, flat licks that started at her sternum and dragged upward, savoring every inch of her soft, sweat-slick cleavage. “Mmm… delicious,” he growled against her skin.
Priyanka’s hands flew to his broad shoulders, gripping hard as fresh heat flooded her body. “Umm…” she moaned again, voice weak and broken.
Gunda’s thick fingers found the front hooks of her bra without mercy. One by one he popped them open with a soft, distinct click. The straps slipped down her arms. He yanked the torn bra away completely and tossed it aside.
Priyanka’s hands shot up instantly, covering her bare breasts in frantic shame. “No… please…” Her cheeks burned scarlet, eyes lowered, tears glistening at the corners.
Gunda’s massive palms slid between her trembling fingers and pushed her hands apart with effortless strength. “Such a miracle should not be hidden, Priyanka…” His deep voice was pure lust. “Look at them. They’re perfect.”
Her breasts spilled free—round, heavy, and glistening. The soft white skin was flushed pink from the pill and the heat of his tongue. Her nipples stood rock-hard, small and tight, dark pink and sharply erect, glistening with sweat and the last traces of rasagulla. Gunda’s eyes drank them in like a starving man. Saliva pooled in the deep valley between them, cooling and teasing.
“My dream breasts…” he whispered, voice hoarse. He laid her back gently, head on the pillow, then lowered his mouth.
“Chhap… chhap…” Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as his lips pressed to her left breast. His tongue circled the swollen nipple, licking the sticky sweetness, then sucked it deep into his hot mouth. He bit gently, tongue flicking, sucking loud and messy—“chup… chup…”—while his right hand kneaded the other breast. He moved to the right, alternating, devouring both nipples until they were bright red, swollen, and shining with his saliva.
Priyanka’s moans turned into broken little whimpers. “Umm… Umm… slow down, Gunda… ahhh…” Her body arched helplessly, thighs pressing together, the pill making every nerve fire with unbearable pleasure. Her hands clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer, not pushing him away.
The room filled with the obscene wet sounds of his mouth on her tits—loud, greedy, relentless—mixed with her soft, desperate moans.
When he finally lifted his head, her breasts were swollen, throbbing, and shiny red. The edge of his lips still glistened with the taste of her. Priyanka’s eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust and shame. A wicked smile curved Gunda’s lips.
“It’s time to open what you’ve been asking for so long.”
Priyanka understood. Her gaze dropped to the huge, monstrous bulge straining his dirty shorts. A shy, trembling smile appeared on her flushed face—half fear, half burning desire. She nodded, voice barely a whisper.
“You… you open it.”
She sat up slowly, naked breasts heaving, still glistening with sweat and rasagulla. Her hands trembled but were eager as she reached for the waistband of his shorts. Gunda lifted his thick hips slightly off the bed to help. The fabric slid down inch by inch—revealing the thick, veiny monster inside: dark, veined, and rock-hard, already leaking a thick bead of pre-cum at the swollen tip. It sprang free, slapping heavily against his belly, the massive head glistening, the whole shaft thick and veiny, the base wrapped in coarse dark hair.
Priyanka stared, mouth slightly open, eyes wide with a mix of awe and terror. Her hand hovered, trembling, inches from the throbbing cock.
The moment Gunda’s shorts slid all the way down his thick thighs, his monstrous black cock sprang up like a nightmare made flesh—gigantic, throbbing, veined. It stood rigid and straight toward Priyanka, the thick shaft nearly a foot long, dark as midnight, glistening with a sheen of sweat and pre-cum. The massive red head flared wide, already leaking a thick bead that dripped slowly down the underside. It twitched visibly, fat and heavy, the skin stretched so tight it looked painful.
Priyanka’s eyes snapped shut in pure shame. Her cheeks burned crimson, her breath came in short, panicked gasps. “Oh God… it’s so big…”
Gunda’s deep voice rumbled right against her ear, thick and reassuring. “Why, Priyanka? What happened? Don’t be afraid… open your eyes. Look at it. It’s only for you.”
She forced her lashes up, trembling. The sight hit her like a blow—veins bulging, the bulbous head throbbing, a string of thick pre-cum stretching from the slit. Fear slammed into her chest, but at the same time her soaked pussy clenched hard, fresh wetness pouring out to soak the sheets. Her trembling hand hovered right on the edge of her panties, fingers twitching with intense, shameful lust.
Gunda smiled, slow and wicked. “Don’t be afraid, Priyanka… this will give you pleasure. I promise.”
Her eyes stayed locked on that monstrous black snake, wide with terror and unwanted hunger.
“Why?” she whispered, voice cracking. “Yours is so long and thick… it scares me just looking at it…”
Gunda’s grin sharpened. “Isn’t Ramu’s the same size?”
Priyanka dropped her head, cheeks flaming hotter. She couldn’t even answer.
Gunda took her trembling hand and guided it to his thigh. Her palm pressed flat against the massive, blood-filled cock. The heat, the thick pulsing weight, the sheer girth—everything flooded her senses. Her fingers curled instinctively around the base, feeling it throb against her soft skin.
“Priyanka… your pussy has been waiting for this exact touch for years,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Today is that day.”
“I’m scared, Gunda…” she breathed, but her fingers stroked him once, slowly, feeling every thick vein.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You can kiss it later… but not now. We have all night. Let’s build this up slowly.”
His words sent fresh fire through her. Gunda laid her back, straddling her hips, and slammed his thick chest down onto her soft breasts. The heavy weight of his sweat-slick pecs crushed her tits flat, nipples grinding hard against his skin. The pressure made her moan deep in her throat.
He kissed her like a starving man—deep, sloppy, tongues fucking each other’s mouths, spit and sweet pill juice mixing loudly. “Mmmph… chup… mwa…” Wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
After long minutes of devouring her mouth, he dragged his lips down her body, kissing every inch of her milky thighs—soft bites, long wet licks, sucking marks into the sensitive skin. Her thighs shook violently, parting wider for him as he spent ten full minutes worshipping them, leaving her inner thighs shiny with his saliva and dripping with fresh arousal.
Finally, Gunda hooked his thick fingers in her soaked panties and slid them down her trembling legs. She lifted her hips eagerly to help. He brought the wet, musky scrap of fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes rolling back in bliss.
“Fuck… what a fragrance…” he groaned, voice wrecked with lust. He pressed the panties harder to his face, tongue flicking out to taste the salty-sweet juices still clinging to the fabric, then tossed them aside.
He spread her legs wide and lowered his face between them. Her completely bald, swollen pussy glistened openly, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out swollen and shiny. Gunda’s tongue shot out and dragged slowly from her dripping hole upward, tasting every drop of her juices. Then he buried his face deeper, tongue pushing inside her tight cunt, licking and sucking like he’d die without it—wet, filthy, greedy sounds filling the air: “Gluck… gluck… mmmph…”
Priyanka’s back arched hard, a long, broken moan tearing from her throat. “Ahhh… Gunda… yes… right there…!” Her hands flew to his hair, gripping his thick locks, pulling him harder against her dripping pussy as the pill made her body shake with overwhelming, shameful pleasure.
Priyanka’s thighs clamped shut around Gunda’s head like a vice, her fingers digging deep into his thick hair, yanking him harder against her dripping pussy. Her voice came out in broken, desperate moans—high and throaty, pure ecstasy mixed with shame. “Ahhh… umm… ahhh… Gunda… right there… don’t stop… please…”
Gunda spread her trembling thighs even wider, pinning them open with his massive knees. His gigantic black cock—thick as her wrist, veined, glistening with her juices—slid down and pressed the fat, swollen head right against her tight, dripping entrance. The hot, silky walls of her pussy kissed the tip, making his eyes roll back.
“Gunda… wear a condom… please…” Priyanka gasped, voice shaky with fear.
He looked into her eyes, a dark, satisfied smile spreading across his sweaty face. “Don’t worry about that, baby. I had a vasectomy years ago—while I was still married. Nothing to worry about. I’m clean. Just for you.”
Priyanka believed him. The relief made her body relax a fraction… until the lie hit and fresh fear flooded her veins.
Gunda pushed.
The thick head of his monster cock popped past her tight ring and started sliding in—slow, relentless, stretching her open. Inch by inch, the veined shaft disappeared into her dripping cunt, her soft pink walls gripping him like a hot, wet fist. The wet, obscene sounds of her juices coating every inch of his cock filled the room.
“Ahhhhh… ohhhhh…!” Priyanka’s long, broken moan tore from her throat, half pain, half helpless pleasure. Her body jolted. Her hands flew down and gripped his thick thighs hard, nails digging in, trying to push him away even as her hips twitched upward to meet him.
Gunda groaned deep in his chest and thrust harder. His cock slammed in to the hilt in one brutal stroke, balls slapping against her ass. The head punched deep into her cervix, making her scream.
“Uhhh… slow! Hhhh… it hurts so much, Gundaaaa…!” Priyanka’s eyes filled with tears. Her beautiful, perky breasts bounced wildly with every savage thrust, nipples red and swollen, skin glistening with sweat. The sight only made his cock throb harder inside her.
He didn’t stop. He fucked her like an animal—hard, fast, deep—each thrust making wet, filthy sounds: “Chup… chup… chup…” as his massive balls slapped her soaked pussy and his heavy ballsack bounced against her ass.
Priyanka’s voice cracked into broken sobs and moans. “Hhh… please… slow… it’s too big… ahhh… hurts… oh God, it hurts!” Her fingers clawed at his thighs, trying to stop him, but her body betrayed her—her hips rolling up to take every inch, her cunt clenching and fluttering greedily around the thick intruder.
Gunda’s eyes burned with dark triumph. He leaned down, thick lips crashing onto hers, tongue plunging deep into her mouth to swallow her moans while his hips never slowed. His cock pounded her pussy relentlessly, stretching her wide, filling her completely, the wet squelching sounds echoing obscenely in the room.
With every brutal thrust, Priyanka’s screams mixed into broken, desperate cries of pleasure: “Ahhh… ahhh… Gunda… ahhh… fuck… me… harder… it hurts… but… oh God… it feels so good… ahhhhh!”
Her body shook violently under him, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, but her pussy was gripping his cock like it would never let go—milk-white walls fluttering and pulsing around every thick vein.
With every savage thrust, Gunda’s gigantic black cock drove deeper into Priyanka’s dripping pussy—first slow and deep, then faster, the thick head battering her cervix and making her clit throb violently. Her walls clenched greedily around every veined inch, sucking him in like a tight, wet fist. The sound of her juices coating his shaft became obscene: wet, filthy squelches that filled the room.
“Ahh… umm… ahhh…” Priyanka’s moans had completely shifted—pain melting into raw, desperate pleasure. Her nails raked hard down Gunda’s broad back, leaving red scratches as her hands clawed for purchase. She pulled him tighter, hips rolling up to meet every brutal stroke, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly against his sweat-slick chest. Each thrust made her tits slap and jiggle, nipples rock-hard and glistening with sweat.
Gunda’s rhythm grew deeper, animalistic. He slammed in to the hilt, balls slapping her ass, then pulled almost all the way out before driving back in. The head of his cock kept pressing that swollen clit on every thrust, sending electric shocks through her body. Her pussy grew hotter, wetter, flooding around his monster shaft with thick, creamy gush after gush.
“Fuck… you’re so tight… so wet for me,” he groaned against her lips, tongue fucking her mouth while his hips never slowed.
Priyanka’s back arched violently off the bed. Her thighs trembled, locked tight around his waist, heels digging into his ass. “Ahhhhh… Gunda… ahhh… it’s so deep… oh God… yes… right there… ahhhhh!”
Her pussy started to seize. The first powerful contractions hit her like lightning. Her walls fluttered and clamped down in rhythmic spasms, milking his cock greedily, pulling him impossibly deeper. A hot, wet wave exploded inside her—her juices squirting out around his shaft, soaking his balls and the sheets.
“Ahhhhh… ohhhhh… I’m cumming… Gunda… I’m cumming… ahhh!” Priyanka screamed, body convulsing hard. Her back bowed, breasts heaving wildly, nipples dragging over his chest as she trembled through the shattering orgasm. Fresh gushes of her pussy juice sprayed out with every clench, coating his cock and dripping down his heavy balls.
But Gunda wasn’t finished.
He grinned wickedly, eyes blazing with hunger, and fucked her through it—thrusting even harder, faster, pounding her oversensitive cunt like a machine. “Come again for me, baby… let it all out…”
Priyanka’s second orgasm crashed over her almost instantly. Her walls spasmed violently, milking him, squirting again—hotter, stronger—until she was sobbing in pleasure, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
“Uhh… ahhh… too much… Gunda… I can’t… ahhhhh!” Her hands slapped weakly at his chest, trying to push him, but her hips kept bucking up to take every drop of his cock.
Only then did Gunda let go.
He buried himself to the balls and roared, hips slamming down one final time. His thick cock swelled impossibly harder inside her, the head flaring wide against her cervix. With a deep, guttural groan, he exploded—rope after thick, hot rope of his cum blasting straight into her womb.
“Fuuuuck… take it… all of it…!” he snarled, body shaking as load after load pumped into her.
First heavy wave flooded her deepest depths. Second and third followed immediately, stretching her pussy wide, filling her completely until it bulged slightly at the sides. His cock twitched and pulsed, milking every last drop, while her own fluttering walls drank him in, squeezing him, pulling him even deeper.
Priyanka felt every single pulse—his cum burning hot inside her, overflowing and leaking out around his shaft in thick white streams that dripped down her ass. She shivered violently, moaning brokenly, “Ahhh… so much… Gunda… your cum… it’s so hot… filling me… ahhhhh…”
Gunda stayed buried to the hilt, grinding slowly, forcing his cock to keep twitching and pumping the last drops deep inside her. His cum was everywhere—her belly, her thighs, the sheets—shiny and thick, a mess of her juices and his seed that he’d never wash away.

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Thanks to all

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Very hot update, pls add gif to story

Thanks. I don't know how to generate gif

[anu p]

Nice wave of narrating gunda encounter her...slow and steady hot update

feels naturally is he lied to her...about vasetomy...

keep writing in regular gap and waiting for further

will try....

[anu p]

This is soo hot.....now gunda takes priyanka whenever he wants....I think he didn't plan on single round in one night...... waiting for the return of Priyanka's mother and that rich pussy and ass gets fucked by beggars continuosly

Why do they need   mother when her young daughter can satisfy their lust so easily?

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Oh, what an update bro? Totally worth the wait.  Gunda Priyanka encounter is super hot. Eagerly waiting for the second coating of her cunt by Gunda cum. What a great lie is "the vasectomy" haha. Please continue bro

Ha  ha ha    

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Gunda’s monstrous black cock finally slipped out of Priyanka’s ruined pussy with a wet, obscene pop. A thick, creamy river of his cum and her own juices immediately poured out of her gaping hole, dripping in heavy white strands between her trembling thighs, coating her swollen pussy lips and soaking the ruined bedsheet beneath her.
Priyanka was completely broken. Her eyes fluttered shut, body still twitching with aftershocks, her breathing slow and shallow. Exhaustion claimed her instantly. She collapsed into a deep, dreamless sleep, naked and leaking, completely spent.
Gunda rose slowly, sweat pouring down his fat, glistening body. His cock—still thick, veined, and glistening with a mix of her pussy juice and his cum—flopped heavily against his thigh. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled bidi packet, lit one with a cheap lighter, and stepped onto the balcony.
The fresh morning air hit him as he stood there, leaning on the railing, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. A huge, satisfied grin spread across his sweaty, bearded face.
“Ohhh… fuck yes…” he rumbled to himself, smoke curling from his lips. “I just destroyed that innocent little virgin completely. Filled her tight, rich little pussy with every drop of my cum. Her tits, her ass, her mouth—everything is mine now. Ramu can keep thinking he’s balls-deep in Suma’s cunt… but this house, this girl, all the comfort—he’ll get it when I take it from him.”
He laughed darkly, the sound low and rumbling, and spat a thick stream of smoke into the sky.
Inside his mind, the memories played like a filthy movie on repeat:
Priyanka in her sleep mask, rasagulla juice dripping down her chin while she sucked it like candy… pinching her own hard nipples… moaning when he first pushed his fat cock into her… the way her eyes rolled back as she came on his cock… the way her pussy milked him dry until it bulged, until his cum overflowed and ran down her thighs…
He finished the bidi, flicked the butt out, and stepped back inside.
Gunda crawled onto the bed beside her, naked and still half-hard, and pulled her into his arms. She was still fast asleep, body limp and sticky, his cum slowly leaking from her wrecked cunt onto his thigh.
He reached over, switched off the small video camera, and deleted the entire recording. The night was now his secret forever.
He turned off the light, pulled the sheet over their sweaty bodies, and slept deeply—his thick arm dbangd possessively over Priyanka’s waist, one of his massive hands still gripping her soft hip.
The next morning, around 11 AM, golden sunlight poured through the window and painted the bed in warm light. Priyanka slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the brightness. The first thing she heard was Gunda’s heavy, wet snoring—“Ghrr… ghrr… ghrrrr…”—coming from the side of the bed.
She lay there for a moment, chest rising and falling, still naked, still sore, still sticky with dried cum. Her thighs felt weak and bruised, her pussy aching and puffy, leaking slowly. Shame and confusion hit her like a wave. She remembered every filthy thing she had done… and every moan she had made.
She turned her head slowly.
Gunda lay beside her, his fat, hairy body sprawled out, one thick, sweaty arm still wrapped tightly around her waist. The sheet had slipped down to his hips, leaving his massive chest and belly completely exposed. His semi-hard cock rested on his thigh, glistening with dried traces of her juices.
Priyanka stared at him, heart pounding. Her hand trembled as she gently pulled his arm off her waist and sat up, the sheet wrapping around her naked body like a towel. She looked at him intently—watching the rise and fall of his fat chest, the way his beard was damp with sweat, the thick veins on his arms. The weight of last night crashed over her again.
She swallowed hard, tears pricking her eyes, but she didn’t move away. She just sat there, staring… completely trapped.
Priyanka felt a strange, warm flutter in her chest as her eyes drifted over Gunda’s face—the 75-year-old, dark, bearded, deeply wrinkled features. She should have felt disgust. Instead, the memory of last night burned stronger than ever: the way his thick black cock had stretched her open, the way he had slammed into her cervix, the way he had roared and flooded her womb until it bulged and overflowed. Her vagina still throbbed with a dull, delicious ache. Her breasts felt heavy and sensitive, nipples faintly bruised from his teeth. How had she endured his fat, sweaty body crushing her for hours? How had she come so hard?
“So big… so old… yet his cock went so deep,” she thought, a shameful heat pooling low in her belly. “Ramu is also old, but Gunda… Gunda fucked like a man half his age. He raised me to climax again and again… poured so much of his cum inside me.”
Her gaze slid down to his chest. Thick white hair curled over the heavy, sweat-slick swells of his pecs. The smell of raw male sweat still clung to him. Priyanka turned her flushed face away, but her pussy clenched involuntarily, another fresh trickle of mixed juices slipping out between her thighs.
She slowly sat up. The sheet slid down, exposing the mess between her legs. When she pressed her thighs together, she felt the sticky, warm residue of Gunda’s cum oozing out—thick ropes of it still leaking slowly, coating her swollen pussy lips and dripping down her inner thighs. She touched it with trembling fingers. Her cheeks burned scarlet.
“So much semen… he poured it so deep… it’s still leaking out of me…”
Her breasts were swollen and tender, nipples bright red and slightly puffy from his hard sucking. She reached up instinctively, brushing them, and a soft, electric shiver ran straight down to her core. A tiny, humiliating moan escaped her lips.
There was a dull ache in her hips too—muscles pulled and bruised from the way his heavy body had pinned her down all night.
Priyanka stood on shaky legs. She peeled the sheet away slowly and walked to the full-length mirror, completely naked. The sight made her gasp.
Red, pink bite marks covered both breasts—small, clear teeth imprints right around her nipples. She stared at them, cheeks flaming, and her fingers drifted down to touch the swollen flesh. They felt heavy, sensitive, almost aching. A fresh rush of wetness soaked her thighs.
“Ramu never marked me like that…” she whispered, voice thick with shame and unwanted heat. “He was gentle… loving… but Gunda… even at seventy-five, his cock is thicker, longer, stronger. It filled me so deep last night. I came so many times… how many? I lost count. Ramu never fucked me this hard. Never made me squirt like that.”
She closed her eyes, biting her lip as another slow drip of Gunda’s cum slid down her leg. The shame was crushing… and the pleasure was intoxicating.
Her saree, blouse, bra, panties, and petticoat lay scattered across the floor like forgotten evidence. Priyanka’s face burned hotter. She remembered every filthy second—how Gunda had ripped them off her, how he had sucked and bitten and pounded her.
She opened the cupboard, pulled out a light pink nightie and matching panties, then quickly wrapped the bedsheet around herself again.
“Never again…” she told herself, voice shaking.
But even as the thought formed, her pussy throbbed once more, and her nipples tightened against the sheet. She stole one last glance at the sleeping monster, then hurried to the bathroom, heart racing, body still leaking his cum.
Priyanka came back from the bathroom, her wet hair dripping down her shoulders and back. Beads of water slid slowly over her soft skin, making the fresh white cotton saree she had just changed into cling slightly to her body. The light pink sleeveless blouse hugged her breasts tightly, the pallu slipping just enough to show the deep valley of her cleavage. She was still drying her hair with a small towel when she stepped into the bedroom and closed the door.
Gunda was still lying on the bed, half-asleep, eyes half-open, watching her with a dark, hungry gleam. The second Priyanka saw him, her cheeks flushed scarlet. Every filthy memory of the night flooded back—his thick cock stretching her, pounding her, flooding her womb until it overflowed. Her pussy still ached sweetly, her breasts felt tender and sensitive.
She turned away shyly, drying her hair a little more, then quickly slipped into her new clothes: the soft white cotton saree wrapped snugly around her narrow waist, the matching light pink sleeveless blouse, and the petticoat beneath. The saree hugged her small, round buttocks perfectly, the pallu falling just low enough to tease her cleavage. She felt Gunda’s gaze burning into her back the entire time.
“I’ll make tea and bring it to you,” she said softly, voice still trembling.
Priyanka stepped out into the kitchen, heart beating fast. The cool morning air brushed her wet hair as she moved. She turned on the gas, poured water into the pot, and measured the tea powder and sugar, completely unaware of the shadow behind her.
Gunda’s mind was still soaked in last night’s memories. The way her pussy had gripped him so tight… the way she had squirted around his cock… the way she had begged through her tears. His blood was boiling. Wearing only a thin lungi that barely covered his thick thighs, he rose slowly, his massive belly swaying, and walked toward the kitchen like a predator.
Natural sunlight poured through the kitchen window, highlighting every curve. Priyanka stood at the stove, saree tightly wrapped, wet hair sliding down her back, the pallu slipping a little more with every small movement, exposing the soft upper swell of her breasts. The way her hips swayed… the way her nipples pressed against the thin blouse… it was pure torture.
Gunda’s lungi suddenly strained obscenely. The thick, fat head of his cock swelled and pushed outward, forming a massive, throbbing lump that bounced heavily between his legs with every step. His heart pounded. He approached silently from behind, his big, sweaty body pressing close.
His thick, rough hands slid around her waist from behind, fingers digging into the soft flesh above the saree. He pulled her back against his chest, crushing her small buttocks against the massive, rock-hard bulge in his lungi. The hot, veined shape of his cock pressed hard and unmistakably between her ass cheeks, rubbing slowly, deliberately, sending electric sparks straight through her.
“Priya…” he whispered, hot breath tickling her wet neck.
His hands moved higher, slipping under the pallu and grabbing both her breasts from above the blouse. His thick fingers squeezed the soft, heavy flesh, kneading and lifting them, thumbs circling the hard nipples that instantly poked against the fabric. He squeezed harder, pinching just enough to make them swell and strain through the thin material.
Priyanka’s breath hitched. A soft, broken moan escaped her lips—“Um…”—and her hips pushed back involuntarily, pressing her ass harder against the enormous, throbbing lump of his cock. Her body trembled. The mixture of shame and unwanted heat flooded her veins. The night’s memories burned hotter than before.
Gunda’s hands tightened further, squeezing her breasts fully, thumbs dragging over the swollen nipples until they were painfully hard and visible through the blouse. He rubbed his massive cock between her buttocks faster now, the wet pre-cum soaking through the fabric of her saree.
Priyanka moaned again, voice trembling with shyness and rising desire—“Um… Gundan…”—her hips rolling back to meet the thick, insistent pressure of his cock.
Gunda kept squeezing Priyanka’s breasts with the same slow, deep rhythm—first one heavy mound, rolling the soft flesh between his thick fingers, then the other, lifting and kneading them until the nipples strained painfully hard against the thin blouse. His big, sweaty chest pressed flat against her back, his massive fat belly swallowing her waist. At the same time he thrust his hips forward, driving the enormous, throbbing lump of his cock deep between her soft buttocks, rubbing it up and down in long, filthy strokes.
“Um… Gunda… what is this… are you doing this in the morning…?” Priyanka moaned, voice trembling with embarrassment and helpless heat. Her hands stayed on the gas cooker, but her body arched back against his chest, pressing her ass harder against the massive bulge. The hot, veined shape of his cock separated her buttocks through the layers of saree and lungi, sliding wetly, sending sparks straight to her core.
She suddenly grabbed his wrists and pushed weakly. “Gunda… stop. That’s enough.”
Her voice was clear, but soft, shaky, and edged with fatigue—half protest, half plea. Gunda’s hands slid away slowly. He paused, catching his breath, his massive cock still rock-hard and twitching obscenely in his lungi. Then he stepped back, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
Priyanka quickly turned down the gas, poured the tea, and set two glasses on the small kitchen table.
“Sit down… let’s have tea,” she said, cheeks still flushed.
They sat opposite each other. The silence was thick, broken only by the soft clink of glasses and the morning light filtering through the kitchen window. The heavy lust had cooled for now, but the air between them felt heavy, electric, full of unsaid things.
Gunda spoke first, voice low and calm. “Are you angry?”
Priyanka set her glass down and looked at him, eyes troubled. “Not angry… I’m confused. What happened last night… I still can’t understand it. You’re Ramu’s friend. I’m his wife. But…”
She turned her face away, voice dropping. “Last night… the video you showed… everything about Ramu and Suma is still burned in my mind. But when you touch me now… my body… it’s reacting. Is that wrong?”
Gunda leaned forward slightly, drinking his tea slowly. “I stopped the moment you asked. We’re just sitting here talking. Do whatever your mind tells you. I’m right here.”
They drank in silence again, the quiet broken only by the faint sounds of the kitchen. The tension was unbearable, but neither moved to break it.
Gunda stayed that day. He made no further moves. He knew—tonight, when the lights were off and the pill’s fire still burned in her blood, he would take his time. He would savor every inch.
After dinner, Priyanka slipped into her bedroom alone. She lay down on the bed, eyes closing, body still aching sweetly from last night. The light clicked off. Darkness swallowed her.
Gunda waited in the shadows of the hallway, then slipped inside silently. He sat on the edge of the bed, his large, rough hand gently holding her thin, soft one. He ran his thick fingers slowly over her skin—wrist, forearm, the curve of her arm—taking his time, savoring.
“Priyanka… you use this every day?” he whispered, voice thick with lust. “Your skin is so soft… so smooth…”
He leaned down, pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, then cupped her face in both his big, dirty hands and claimed her mouth.
His lips were rough, hot, tasting of bidi and gutka—strong, bitter, overpowering. Priyanka hated the smell. She turned her head away instinctively, trying to pull back, but Gunda’s grip was iron. His tongue pushed past her lips anyway, tasting, claiming, forcing her to kiss him back against her will. The wet, obscene sounds of his heavy breathing and the soft suck of his lips filled the dark room.
Priyanka’s body trembled. Shame burned in her cheeks, but the effects of the pill—still simmering in her blood—made her nipples tighten and her pussy flutter. She hated how her hips twitched toward him… how her breathing grew uneven… how her hands, traitorous, finally rested weakly on his thick thighs instead of pushing him away.
Gunda broke the kiss just enough to growl against her mouth, “Tonight you are mine, Priya… every inch… and I’m going to take you to heaven… slowly… so slowly… you’ll never forget this night.”
He kissed her again, deeper, hungrier, his thick body pressing down over her, pinning her in the darkness, while she—shameful, conflicted, and helplessly wet—moaned softly into his mouth and let him devour her completely.
Gunda thrust his tongue deep into Priyanka’s mouth, hot and thick, savoring every sweet, honey-like taste of her. He sucked her lower lip hard, then circled it slowly with his tongue, drinking her juices while his own thick saliva poured into her mouth. Priyanka allowed it—shameful, conflicted, yet helplessly caught in the pill’s fire. Her throat filled with hot saliva; she couldn’t swallow, so it dripped in thick strands from the corner of her lips, sliding down her chin and onto her nightie.
One of his massive hands slid slowly down her back, pushing aside the open blouse to stroke the smooth, silky skin of her spine. He enjoyed it with slow, deliberate strokes—every inch of her back, the curve where her waist met her hips, the delicate knobs of her spine. The other hand reached lower, cupping her plump buttocks from above the saree, squeezing the soft, round flesh, feeling the perfect shape, digging in just enough to leave faint finger marks.
For the next twenty-five minutes, Gunda devoured her mouth completely—kissing, sucking, licking, his beard scbanging her cheeks, his bidi-and-gutka breath mixing with hers. Priyanka’s lips grew red and swollen. Slowly, shamefully, her own tongue started to move, timidly at first, then with more hunger, meeting his, swirling, tasting. She was getting used to the bitter smell. She was enjoying it. Her hips rocked gently against his thick thigh, and her hands, still resting on his broad shoulders, began to pull him closer instead of pushing away.
Only when her breathing grew ragged and her nipples were painfully hard did Gunda finally pull back, lips glistening, eyes burning with dark lust.
“Stand up,” he whispered, voice low and rough.
Priyanka obeyed. She stood in front of him, nightie clinging to her sweat-damp body, lips swollen and shiny. Gunda’s thick hands began to touch her everywhere—slow, possessive, reverent.
His gaze raked over her: the soft swell of her breasts, the narrow waist, the round buttocks, the smooth thighs. His fingers trailed from her shoulders down her arms, then around her waist, squeezing the soft give of her belly, then lower, gripping her plump buttocks again, spreading them slightly through the thin fabric of the saree. He stroked every inch—hips, thighs, the curve of her ass, the small of her back—savoring the young, tight skin he had first claimed the night before.
“Oh my God…” he breathed, voice trembling with pure lust, eyes never leaving her body. “You are so beautiful, Priya… so soft… so fucking sexy… Ramu and I are the luckiest men alive. Look at you… all this perfection, and you’re mine tonight.”

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Readers, feel free to write your opinions. The next part will be based on your opinions. 

[anu p]

Awaiting a threesome of Priyanka with Ramu and Gunda

Till now no such idea.

[anu p]

This update is great..... waiting for the night of Gunda and Priyanka......

[anu p]

Excellent update bro. Gunda is clever in not forcing her and so she is confused.  Deletion of their fucking video was unexpected. This night, Gunda has gained more confidence and Priyanka is more willing as well. This time, Gunda should make Priyanka to fuck him say in woman on top or cowgirl position

Later on(not tonight) let Ramu come and see their live fuck and join them in 3some, so that she may not live with guilty

Story going great,  please continue bro

Let's what will happen......

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Bring her mother also to get fucked by these two disgusting dogs

By the way, both of them are not dogs. When Ramu was about to die, Priyanka fed him. In return, Ramu gave her protein. Priyanka liked Ramu's protein and she wanted it again and again. In a way, she facilitated Suma to get protein too.  
Similarly, Ramu also facilitated Gunda to give it to Priyanka, so that he would not waste the protein that Gunda had accumulated for many years.
Now, both of them are not stocking their protein. If Priyanka's mother comes now, there will be no protein stock.