The morning sun was still a pale smear on the horizon when Papa shook me awake. I had barely slept, my body still aching from the naked dance and the brutal gangbang that had left me filled with four loads of village uncle cum. But there was no rest for a raand like me. Papa pulled the thin sheet off my naked body and tossed a fresh saree at me, a bright red one with a deep-cut blouse that would barely contain my swollen tits. He didn't hand me any panties.
“Taiyar ho ja. Aaj gaon chal rahe hain. Tere uncles ne gaadi taiyar kar rakhi hai. Poora rasta teri chudai se guzrega,” he said, his voice full of dark promise. [Get ready. We are going to the village today. Your uncles have prepared the car. The whole journey will pass through your fucking.]
Support helps me create the kind of stories that breathe fire, raw, emotional, and unafraid of desire. My goal is to write with honesty, explore the depth of power and surrender, and build a space where readers who crave intensity feel seen. Every bit of support lets me go deeper into the world I’m crafting… and stay committed to telling the truth of these characters.
Write a comment ...