The last golden rays of the sunset had faded into deep purple and gold when Vikram finally lifted Ananya from the lavish bed at the mountain edge. Her body was still trembling slightly, cum and her own juices leaking down her thighs onto the crimson mattress. She looked every bit the milky, well fucked cow he loved.
He helped her dress again in the same soaked anarkali, the wet material making it even more revealing as it stuck to her curves. Then he mounted the black stallion and pulled her up in front of him, her back pressed against his chest, her legs draped over his thighs.
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