
Sasur ji's hands roamed my body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. He whispered dark, filthy words in my ear, words that should have made me cringe but instead made me wetter.
His calloused hands dragged up my sides, fingertips branding my skin as they cupped my breasts roughly. "Saali... itne bade ho gaye hain tere chuche," he rasped, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me whimper.









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