Priya stepped out of the kitchen on shaky legs, her lehenga sticking to her cum-soaked thighs. Thick loads from Jatin and Rajesh were still leaking from her stretched chut and gaand, making her walk awkwardly. Her face was flushed, lips swollen from rough throat-fucking, and her big breasts had fresh bite marks hidden under her dupatta. She forced her sweetest innocent smile as she joined the sangeet mehfil in the main courtyard.

“Priya beta, kya hua? Itni der kyun lagi spices laane mein?” her bua asked, touching her cheek lovingly. “Bilakul thaki hui lag rahi hai. Kitni masoom hai meri beti.”