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Roopa freezes, shocked that her husband knows exactly what she's doing. Instead of being angry or jealous, he sounds amused. She sits up abruptly, pulling the sheets around her naked lower half.
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"Anhhhh bade Thakur dhire kijiye, ssss.... dard ho raha hai." Poonam's cries echoed through the bedroom as Satyendra Thakur, her first husband and patriarch of the household, plunged his thick, experienced cock into her virgin pussy with ruthless vigor. At 52, he still possessed incredible stamina and size, traits passed down to his three sons who would also be claiming her innocence in the coming days. Due to the ancient curse hanging over the Thakur household stating that multiple wives would bring ruin, the patriarch Satyendra made an unprecedented decision. Instead of taking several wives as tradition dictated, the Thakur men would share one bride equally among themselves. Poonam Das became that bride. Her innocence contrasted sharply with their world of wealth and power and their enormous appetites. Each man possessed a considerable member designed for vigorous lovemaking a blessing and a curse under these unusual circumstances.
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He was supposed to be her guardian. Not the man splitting her open on his cock. Rudra Pratap Singh Choudhary took her in when she was ten fed her, raised her, kept her safe. Fostered her But the moment Shivani turned eighteen, her innocence became his favorite sin. Now she’s dripping, trembling, begging for mercy while he forces her tight little body to take him. Her whimpers only make him harder and his cock is harder than his morals. Shivani was supposed to be his foster daughter, his responsibility. But her innocence is the one thing Rudra Pratap Singh Choudhary wants to ruin. She doesn’t even know what to do with his size. And he’s more than ready to teach her, every filthy, forbidden way possible.
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