Priya’s addiction had grown dangerous. After the public humiliation at the mall and park, she could barely focus on anything else. Even at home with Amit, her mind replayed Ramesh’s thick cock stretching her cunt in public, his hot piss filling her mouth, and the way he called her his whore. She started touching herself secretly in the bathroom, moaning “Master” under her breath while her husband watched TV in the next room.

Ramesh’s messages became more possessive. “You are mine now, Bhabhi. No one else can touch you. If I see you smiling at any other man in office, I will punish your cunt badly.” The dark tone made Priya’s pussy wet with fear and lust.