Priya’s heart hammered wildly against her ribs as the sound of the main gate creaking open reached the master bedroom. Meena’s voice called out from downstairs, “Rajesh ji? Priya? Koi hai?”

Rajesh’s thick, throbbing cock was still pressed against Priya’s slick, swollen pussy lips. The swollen head nestled between her wet folds, coated in her juices, just one strong thrust away from burying itself deep inside her virgin-tight choot. Priya’s full breasts heaved with every panicked breath, her dark nipples glistening with his saliva. Her cheap cotton saree was bunched around her waist, exposing her smooth caramel thighs and the soft, dripping mound between them.