The business phone kept ringing insistently on the table, the screen flashing “Emergency Board Video Conference – All Partners.” Rajesh’s company had several conservative senior investors and board members who were strict traditionalists, family men with strong views on “Indian values.” Mehta Ji was supposed to be leading this call.

Ananya was still lying on the sofa, legs spread wide, her father’s thick cum leaking steadily from her freshly fucked pussy. Priya sat beside her, fingers lazily playing with the cum dripping from her own cunt. Vikram stroked his semi-hard cock, smirking. Mehta Ji and his curvaceous daughter-in-law Sneha stood at the door, both breathing heavily, eyes glued to the obscene scene.