Neha’s heart hammered wildly as Rajesh locked the door with a heavy click. Aryan’s thick, veiny lund was still balls-deep inside her dripping, cheating choot from behind. Her sari was bunched around her waist, blouse torn open, big milky tits hanging out with fresh red handprints and slap marks glowing on them. She tried to pull away in shame, but Aryan gripped her hips tighter, grinning like a devil.

“Papa… please… this is wrong—” Neha whimpered, her voice shaking even as her hungry choot squeezed hard around her devar’s cock.