"Aaahhhh Chaudhary sahab dhire kijiye na.... aah meri chut..." His maid moaned under him as he kept slamming her pussy vigorously from behind.

He ignored her pleas, his massive cock pounding into her with brutal force. His muscular arms gripped her thighs, spreading them wide as he fucked her relentlessly on the kitchen counter. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the empty house, mixed with the maid's desperate moans and his own heavy breathing.

This is Rudrapratap singh Chaudhary (42)

Mumbai’s biggest businessman.

Disciplined, calm, calculative. Womanizer

"Mmmph... Fuck." After one hour of relentless hammering he finally pulled out just in time and aims on her round ass, his thick seed coating the maid's ass cheek and trailing down further on his inner thighs. He always made sure to pull out before climaxing, never risking unwanted pregnancies with random women. He was too careful for that shit. The maid collapsed onto the counter, panting heavily.

His phone buzzed and his 20 year old Tia's message popped "Dad we're reached at the airport. Where are you?"

He finished wiping his dick and tucked it back into his suit pants before responding to Tia's message. "On my way, Darling. Just wrapping up a meeting." He lied smoothly, pocketing his phone. He gave the maid a dismissive pat on her ass before adjusting his suit and heading out, leaving her a messy, satisfied mess on the kitchen counter. He grabbed his jacket on the way out, shouting over his shoulder, "Clean yourself up and make sure dinner is ready by 8!"

He stepped into his black BMW, the driver immediately starting the engine. Thoughts of Tia and Shivani crossed his mind - two beautiful girls under his protection. His own daughter, Tia, was his precious baby girl - a stunning 20-year-old. Shivani, though... she was different. Eighteen years old with angelic features and innocence that seemed untouched.

Shivani Sharma (18)

The contrast between his two girls was striking. Tia was like a wild fire - beautiful, dangerous, and untamed. She smoked, drank, and had a mouth that would make sailors blush. Shivani, on the other hand, was an angel - quiet, respectful, and pure. She never raised her voice or backtalked. One was a product of his genes - rebellious and fierce. The other was like gentle and sweet.

Shivani’s not his biological daughter like Tia. Shivani is his best friends' daughter, left in his care when they died in that goddamn plane crash.

He saw his girls at the arrival section - Tia with her designer shades and tight clothes, smoking a cigarette. Shivani, covered in a simple dress, had a book in her hands and was waiting patiently for the luggage.

One's a devil, the other's an angel.