
The day was still young. And the palace was very, very large.
Ranjeet did not bother to clothe himself. He simply wrapped a loose, unstitched dhoti around his hips, leaving his chest bare and still gleaming with the sheen of their exertions. Priya remained as she was naked, her skin flushed, her welted ass on fire, the pearly trickle of his seed already cooling on her thighs. He took her hand and led her to the chamber doors, pushing them open himself. The guards stationed outside snapped to attention, their eyes fixed straight ahead, but not before one of them caught a fleeting glimpse of her hair a tangled ruin, lips swollen, breasts tight with arousal, thighs glistening and swallowed hard.




















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