The ringing of Rajesh’s phone cut through the heavy, sex-filled air like a thunderclap. Mehta Ji’s name flashed on the screen — the 58-year-old strict, conservative Gujarati businessman who lived just two floors below. He was a major investor in their company, a man who quoted scriptures, attended every temple function, and had always doted on Ananya like his own daughter, calling her “pure beti.”

Ananya was still impaled — her father’s thick cock buried balls-deep in her dripping pussy, Vikram’s fat cock stretching her newly-fucked asshole. Priya stood completely naked a few feet away, her perky tits heaving, shaved pussy visibly wet and dripping down her thighs as she stared hungrily at the depraved scene.