The private jet touched down smoothly on the private airstrip just outside Lucknow. Priya stepped out of the jet completely naked except for the sheer dupatta still tied tightly around her neck like a leash. Her massive breasts hung heavy and marked with red bite marks, thick chocolate brown nipples stiff in the cool night air. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening, thighs shiny with dried and fresh juices.
Ranjeet didn’t let her cover herself properly. He simply grabbed a small white towel from the jet’s cabin and threw it at her.
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