Priya woke up slowly, her head pounding like someone was hammering nails into her skull. Her mouth felt dry, tongue heavy, and her entire body ached in the most delicious, filthy way. Her massive breasts felt heavier than usual, sore and sensitive, covered in dark bite marks and hickeys. Between her legs, her tiny pink pussy throbbed , swollen, puffy, and still leaking from the endless orgasms she’d had in her dreams and reality.
She blinked, trying to remember. Flashes came back, Holi colors, hands everywhere, Sasurji ripping her kurti, sucking her breasts until they swelled obscenely, his single thick finger inside her, and those wild, unrealistic bhaang dreams where she was being gang fucked in the sky, on a spinning wheel, inside a cage…
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