Naysa’s fingers, which had been gripping Rishabh’s hip, suddenly dug in with a sharp, possessive fierceness. She yanked him backward, his swollen cock slipping out of Bhagyashree with a wet, obscene sound that hung in the air.
“Enough,” Naysa commanded, her voice slicing through the heavy breathing. “You’ve filled her cunt enough for one night. Now it’s my turn.”
















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