
Arjun came back to the bed with the metal bucket of cool rain water. The sky outside was turning a soft gray. The heavy storm had ended, but the air still felt thick and wet. Morning light was slowly pushing through the cracks in the old wooden walls.
Priya lay exactly as he had left herβon her back, legs spread wide, cum still leaking slowly from her swollen pussy onto the sheet. She did not close her thighs. She remembered his warning about the sari.

















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