The first golden rays of the Rajasthan sun filtered through the heavy silk curtains of the master bedroom, casting a warm glow over the massive bed. Lord Vikram woke slowly, his body still pressed tightly against Ananya’s from behind. His thick cock remained buried to the hilt inside her warm, sore pussy. The herbal medicine the maids had given her last night kept her in a deep, healing sleep. Her breathing was slow and peaceful. Her body completely relaxed around him. He drew her closer, one strong arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her back flush against his chest. Her heavy breasts rested against his forearm.
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