Ansh pinches your clit. Hard. You gasp. Arch. "Dekho," he tells Daddy. Shows his glistening fingers. "Is randi ka paani." Daddy leans forward. Takes Ansh's wrist. Brings those wet fingers to your mouth. "Chaat," Daddy orders. You obey. Tongue flicking. Tasting yourself. Salt. Shame. Ansh's thumb grinds against your lower lip. Ruining your makeup further. "Shaadi mein bhi aise hi nangi rahegi," Daddy murmurs. His knuckle brushes your nipple through sheer crimson. Hard. "Sab dekh lenge teri geeli choot." The Mercedes slows. Wedding lights glow beyond tinted windows. Music drifts. Laughter. Ansh withdraws his hand. Wipes it on your ghagara. "Tayyar ho jao," Daddy says. Zipper rasping. "Showtime."
Nanga ghumaya aur sabse chudaya
Your legs are shaking, threatening to give out as Ansh's cock hits that spot deep within you, making you scream his name like a mantra. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, "Take your brother's cock like the little whore you are." He wraps his other hand around your waist, his thumb brushing against your clit, sending electric currents through your body. You can't help but grind down on him harder, the friction making sparks fly behind your closed eyes. The car's interior lights flicker as you bob up and down, the leather sticking to your skin as your juices drench the seat. You're so lost in the moment that you don't notice the headlights of another car approaching until they're shining right in your face, illuminating the depraved scene. Ansh chuckles, not missing a beat, as he keeps his hand firmly planted on your neck, his thumb pressing down on your clit. "Show them what a good little slut you are," he whispers, pushing your face closer to the window.







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