Reyansh rubbed the tip of his cock on her wet hole, sending electricity racing through Manya’s body. “Ready? This is the Thakur’s cock, Manya. It doesn’t just know how to make love, it knows how to conquer forts. Because it takes direct possession.”
Manya, swaying in lust, lifted her waist upward, her breaths ragged and broken. “Yes… take possession… ruin me completely… make me yours, Reyansh ji…”









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