"Saala, iss chinal ki gaand toh humne kabhi dekhi nahi," he murmurs, fingers spreading your ass cheeks apart as Vijay continues rutting into your pussy. Vijay grunts in agreement, his thrusts growing erratic. "Aaj toh poora inspection karenge," he growls, spitting onto your exposed hole before pressing a thick thumb against the tight furl. You jerk forward with a gasp, but Sandip's grip keeps you pinned—his laughter dark with promise. "Dekh, Vijay… yeh toh bilkul tayyar hai."