The Rajasthan night had turned ice cold outside the suite windows, but inside Lord Vikram’s thick cock stayed buried to the hilt in Ananya’s ruined cum leaking ass. Her body was a map of his savage jealousy. Bright red handprints glowed on her heavy breasts and ass cheeks. Deep purple bite marks throbbed on her inner thighs. Her swollen pussy and throat were still raw and glistening. She had passed out the second he collapsed on top of her. Her broken whimpers faded into soft exhausted breaths. He stayed locked inside her. One possessive arm wrapped around her waist. His other hand cupped a leaking breast like it was his personal property. Sleep claimed him too but it was no peaceful rest.
The dreams came fast and vicious.
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