Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

As Ganga continued to pleasure Javed with her mouth, Chacha's eyes were glued to her every move. He watched the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the way her tongue flicked over the sensitive underside of Javed's shaft. He could see the tension in Javed's body, the way his hips thrust forward slightly with each movement.

Feeling the intensity of the moment, Chacha leaned in closer, his mouth just inches away from Ganga's face. He moved his hand from her breast to her waist, pulling her closer to him, pressing his hard penis against her side.

Ganga, sensing Chacha's closeness, turned her head slightly to look at him. Her eyes were half-closed with pleasure, her mouth still wrapped around Javed's penis. She gave Chacha a look filled with desire and invitation, silently encouraging him to join in the pleasure.

Chacha took the invitation eagerly. He lowered his head to Ganga's neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin there. He could feel her shiver in response, her body arching slightly towards him. He continued to kiss his way down her neck to her shoulder, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses.

As Ganga's moans grew louder, Chacha's excitement reached a fever pitch. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his groin becoming almost unbearable. He stroked himself faster, his hand moving in time with Ganga's movements on Javed.

The sight of Ganga's fingers working her clit, combined with the sounds of her pleasure, was almost too much for Chacha. He wanted to make her feel even more pleasure, to push her over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. He moved his hand from her waist to her thigh, lifting her leg slightly to give him better access to her dripping wet pussy.

With his fingers slick with precum, Chacha reached between Ganga's legs and started rubbing her clit in sync with her own movements. He could feel the wetness of her arousal coating his fingers, the heat of her body pressing against him. Ganga's moans turned into cries of pleasure as Chacha's fingers joined hers, working her clit with increasing intensity.

Ganga's body was trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. She could feel the combined sensations of Javed's penis in her mouth, Chacha's fingers on her clit, and her own hand working furiously. The pleasure was overwhelming, building to a peak that she couldn't hold back any longer.

Chacha, sensing her imminent release, pressed his fingers harder against her clit, moving in tight, fast circles. He could feel the tension in her body, the way her hips bucked against his hand. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Let go, Bahu. Cum for us."

With a final, deep moan, Ganga's orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her cries echoing through the room. She sucked Javed's penis harder, her mouth tightening around him as she rode the waves of her climax. Chacha continued to rub her clit, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible.

As Ganga's body began to relax, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her, Chacha looked up at Javed. They shared a look of mutual satisfaction and arousal, knowing that they had just given Ganga an incredible amount of pleasure. Chacha removed his fingers from her clit, his hand slick with her juices, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.

Chacha's desire became overwhelming. He felt a powerful, primal urge building within him, a need to experience her mouth on his own aching erection. Moving his left hand to Ganga's chin and slowly started tugging towards him, a way to communicate that he couldn't wait any longer. He needed her attention, her mouth, and the intimate connection she had just shared with Javed. It was his turn, and he couldn't stand the wait any longer.

Ganga was still holding Javed's penis in her mouth, slowly sucking it. Her body started to relax with her eyes closed after her second orgasm on the same night. Ganga, in her heightened state of arousal and pleasure, felt the gentle but insistent pull on her chin. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of the room. She saw Chacha's desperate, almost pleading expression. His eyes were filled with a mix of lust, admiration, and a hint of vulnerability. It was clear that he was deeply affected by the intense pleasure and connection they were all sharing.

Understanding his silent plea, Ganga shifted her focus from Javed to Chacha. She adjusted her hair, which had fallen into her face due to the intensity of their activities, and looked into Chacha's eyes with a knowing, teasing smile. Her actions communicated her acknowledgment of his desire and her readiness to fulfill it. She realized it was Chacha's turn and was ready to give him the same attention.

As she locked eyes with Chacha, Ganga gave him a sweet smile, a gesture of gratitude for helping her reach her orgasm. It was a moment of connection and understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure they were giving and receiving from each other. This smile was not just a sign of her willingness to proceed, but also a thank you for the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

Even as she turned her attention to Chacha, Ganga didn't neglect Javed. She continued to stroke his penis with her right hand, ensuring that he remained on the brink of climax. Her multitasking was a testament to her skill and her dedication to pleasing both men simultaneously.

Ganga shifted her weight to her left leg, balancing herself as she prepared to take Chacha's penis into her mouth. She positioned herself comfortably, ready to give Chacha the same intense pleasure she had given Javed. Her hand movements remained steady and skilled, maintaining the erotic rhythm that had both men teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

Chacha's private area was a stark contrast to the pristine appearance of Ganga. Years of laborious work, poor hygiene habits, and a general lack of self-care had taken their toll, resulting in a state that was far from clean. The skin around Chacha's groin was rough and darkened, a result of constant friction from his clothing and inadequate washing. The pubic hair was dense and untrimmed, a tangled mass that added to the overall unkempt appearance. It was matted in places, possibly due to sweat and lack of regular cleaning. There was a strong, musky odor emanating from Chacha's private area.

Ganga, fully aware of the state of Chacha's penis, showed no hesitation as she prepared to take him into her mouth. Despite its unkempt appearance, a result of Chacha's lifestyle and lack of hygiene, Ganga was resolute. She had committed herself to this act and intended to fulfill it with the same passion and enthusiasm she had shown Javed. Her actions were deliberate and methodical, displaying a level of determination and resolve that was truly remarkable.

With a deep breath, she opened her mouth wide, her lips forming a perfect O as she leaned forward. Her tongue slid out, making initial contact with the tip of Chacha's penis, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there. She felt a wave of revulsion but suppressed it, focusing instead on the pleasure she was giving and receiving.

As Ganga took his penis into her mouth, Chacha was struck by a mix of awe and disbelief. The sight of this beautiful, sophisticated woman willingly performing such an intimate act on him was almost too much for him to comprehend. He had never imagined that someone like her would do this, especially given the state of his penis. Chacha's thoughts raced.

"What an amazing woman she is," he marveled. "Without any hesitation, she's slurping on my penis. Any other woman I've been with would think twice to even touch and would pull back in disgust. Hell, even my wife tried her best to avoid giving me a blowjob."

As Ganga's lips closed around his shaft, Chacha felt a shudder of pleasure run through him. The warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloped him, sending electric sensations coursing through his body. He couldn't believe how eagerly she was performing, how expertly she was using her tongue to caress every inch of his length. Her head bobbed up and down rhythmically, her lips creating a tight seal that heightened the intensity of his pleasure.

Ganga's tongue swirled around the tip of his penis, exploring the sensitive underside before sliding down the shaft. She could taste the sweat and musk, but she continued undeterred, her focus unwavering. Her eyes, half-closed in concentration, occasionally glanced up to meet Chacha's gaze, adding an extra layer of intimacy to the act.

Chacha watched in amazement as Ganga worked. He noted the way her cheeks hollowed with each suction, the way her hand continued to stroke Javed's penis even as she pleasured him. Her multitasking and dedication were extraordinary. He felt a deep appreciation for her willingness to go beyond societal norms and personal comfort to provide them with such intense pleasure.

"She's incredible," he thought. "No other woman has ever done this for me, especially not with this level of enthusiasm. She must truly enjoy what she's doing, or maybe she's just that determined to fulfill her role." For Chacha, the experience was transformative. He felt a rush of emotions – gratitude, admiration, and a deep sense of fulfillment. Ganga's actions made him feel valued and desired in a way he had never felt before.

Ganga's mastery was evident in every movement. She knew exactly how to balance the intensity of her suction with the gentle caress of her tongue, how to use her hand to provide additional stimulation. Her experience and skill were undeniable, and Chacha found himself lost in the pleasure she was giving him.

Chacha's thoughts raced as he held Ganga's head, recalling scenes from the blue films he had watched where men forced their penises deep into women's throats, making them gag and choke. He had always fantasized about this but had never been able to fulfill it because no woman had ever been willing to take his penis into her mouth, even for a few seconds. This moment felt surreal, and he was determined to seize the opportunity.

Acting on his fantasy, Chacha moved his hands to hold Ganga's hair with one hand while using the other hand to support the back of her head. He began moving his hips slowly to gain momentum, thrusting his penis gently into her mouth.

As he felt more confident, he increased the speed and depth of his movements, pushing his penis deeper into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. The sensation of her gagging and choking on his penis excited him even more.

Ganga could feel Chacha's penis touching the back of her throat, causing her to choke and gag. She started coughing, her saliva spreading all over his penis, making it slick. Her continued eye contact with Chacha grew blurry as her eyes became watery from the choking. Despite the discomfort, she remained compliant, allowing Chacha to fulfill his fantasy.

Javed noticed that Ganga had stopped stroking his penis, prompting him to look at what Chacha was doing. He was surprised to see Ganga allowing Chacha to thrust so deeply into her mouth.

Javed thought to himself, "God is too kind to us today. He blessed us with a sex goddess." He marveled at how willingly Ganga was letting Chacha fulfill his desires, remembering how Chacha used to get upset when no prostitute would accept to give him a blowjob. But today, Ganga seemed to have come straight from heaven to fulfill their wildest fantasies.

Chacha, now fully engrossed in his actions, continued to thrust into Ganga's mouth with increasing fervor. He relished the sensation of her gagging on his penis, her saliva coating him, adding to the intense pleasure. Meanwhile, Ganga, despite the discomfort, managed to maintain her composure, her watery eyes locked onto Chacha's, conveying a mix of submission and resilience.

Despite the intense situation, a part of Ganga's mind screamed at her to stop, reminding her of her dignity and her unconscious husband, Srinu. But the overwhelming pleasure and the intensity of the moment clouded her judgment.

Ganga felt a strange mix of shame and excitement as she continued to allow Chacha to use her mouth in such a way. Her body responded involuntarily, and she found herself choking and gagging more, spreading more saliva over Chacha's penis, which only seemed to spur him on further.

During this intense moment, Ganga's left hand, which was previously stroking Chacha's penis, moved down to his testicles. She began massaging them gently, her fingers exploring and squeezing lightly, adding to Chacha's pleasure.

Chacha's body shuddered as he felt Ganga's soft hand massaging his testicles while he continued to thrust into her mouth. The combination of sensations heightened his arousal, making him thrust even more vigorously. In his mind, Chacha couldn't believe what was happening. He thought, "What an amazing woman she is. Without any hesitation, she is slurping on my penis and massaging my balls. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Chacha felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He had never experienced anything like this before, and it felt like all his fantasies were coming true at once.

Ganga's fingers worked skillfully, applying just the right amount of pressure as she massaged Chacha's testicles. Her touch was firm yet gentle, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Despite having Chacha's penis deep in her throat, Ganga coordinated her movements perfectly. Her mouth and hand worked in harmony, creating a rhythm that drove Chacha wild with desire.

Even as she gagged and choked on Chacha's penis, Ganga maintained eye contact with him, her watery eyes filled with a mix of submission and resilience. This only added to Chacha's excitement, making the experience even more intense.

As Ganga continued to pleasure Chacha with her mouth and hand, she could feel his body tensing, indicating that he was close to climaxing. The thought of bringing him to the peak of pleasure spurred her on, and she redoubled her efforts, determined to make him feel as good as possible.

With Ganga's skilled mouth and hand working in perfect harmony, Chacha felt his orgasm building rapidly. The sensations were too much to handle, and he finally reached his climax, his body shuddering with pleasure as he released into Ganga's mouth.

Ganga felt the warm liquid filling her mouth, and she continued to suck gently, to get last drop out of his penis. She held Chacha's cum in her mouth as she slowly took his penis out. Looking into Chacha's eyes with mischievous intention, she swirled his semen in her mouth a couple of times. Chacha watched, mesmerized by her actions, feeling a strange mixture of awe and gratitude. Finally, she gulped his semen down her throat, swallowing every drop.

Chacha was amazed by Ganga's willingness and skill. He thought, "What a woman. Without any hesitation, she is slurped on my penis and now swallowing my cum." The pleasure was overwhelming, and Chacha felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He had never experienced anything like this before, and it felt like all his fantasies were coming true at once.

Chacha, after his orgasm, with immense satisfaction, bent his head to reach Ganga's lips. He kissed her lips softly, with a little tongue action, savoring the taste of their shared intimacy. Ganga responded to his kiss with a gentle moan, her body still tingling from the pleasure.

As Chacha raised his head, he looked deeply into Ganga's eyes and said, "Thank you, Bahu! You're like a goddess to me. I will worship you till I die."

Listening to Chacha's heartfelt words, Ganga felt a sense of happiness and fulfillment. She placed her left hand on his left cheek and said, "Sasur ko khush karana to bahoo ka jimedaaree hai" [It's a daughter-in-law's duty to keep her father-in-law happy], giving him a naughty smile.

Chacha, now fully satisfied, gave her a parting kiss on the lips. He then took a couple of steps back, his legs feeling weak from the intense experience, and sat down on the bed to catch his breath.

Srinu watched in disbelief as Ganga swallowed Chacha's semen. His heart ached with a deep, wrenching pain that words could hardly describe. As he saw her tilt her head back and gulp down the last of Chacha's cum, he felt his world shatter into a million pieces. Tears began to flow uncontrollably from his eyes, each drop a testament to his utter devastation.

He thought to himself, "She not only sucked his cock but also swallowed his cum. How could this happen? How could she do this?"

Every movement Ganga made, every touch, every kiss, felt like a dagger to his heart. He questioned everything he believed in, wondering if he had been blind to her true nature all along. The tears continued to stream down his face as he struggled with the overwhelming sense of loss and betrayal. His love for Ganga was now mixed with a feeling of deep, unending sorrow, and he couldn't see a way out of the dark abyss of his despair.

Meanwhile, Javed observing the intimate moment between Chacha and Ganga, felt a pang of jealousy. He moved his left hand to hold her hair while his right hand wrapped around her right hand, which was still holding his penis.

"Agar tu sasur ko khush rakhegee, toh phir pati ko kaun khush karega? [If you keep your father-in-law happy, then who will keep your husband happy?]" he asked, pulling her head towards him.

Ganga laughed at his question, moving closer to him. She playfully slapped Javed's left thigh with her left hand and pinched him teasingly. "You are just jealous!" she said with a mischievous smile.

"Jealous of who? That boodha! [old man!]" Javed retorted, a hint of irritation in his voice.

Ganga replied, "Yes! You are jealous of your chacha because he held his end of the deal and gave his cum for me to drink. But you are still standing like a lamp pole." Hearing Ganga's reply, Chacha started laughing in the background. Ganga, watching Chacha laugh, also joined him in laughter.

Javed's jealousy flared at their laughter. Confirming her belief that he was jealous of Chacha, he got angry. Before Ganga could say anything, Javed grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her toward his penis. He thrust his penis into her mouth with such force that it reached the back of her throat on the first thrust.

Javed began thrusting his hips at full speed, moving his penis in and out of her mouth while saying, "You think I'm a lamp pole! I will show you what my pole can do."

Ganga's eyes widened in surprise when Javed forcefully inserted his penis without any warning. She gagged slightly but quickly adjusted, her throat constricting around him. Her hands instinctively reached for his thighs, trying to steady herself. she maintained her balance by holding onto Javed's thighs. Her fingers dug into his flesh, creating a firm anchor for her body as she squatted low. This position allowed her to stay stable despite the forceful thrusting.

Javed's face was a mix of anger and intense desire. He looked down at Ganga, watching as her eyes watered and her cheeks hollowed with each thrust. He felt a sense of triumph and satisfaction, asserting his dominance in that moment.

Chacha, still sitting on the bed, watched the scene with a mixture of awe and amusement. He couldn't believe how lucky they had gotten with Ganga, a woman who seemed to enjoy fulfilling their every fantasy.

Despite the roughness, Ganga felt a strange mix of pleasure and challenge. Her body was responding in ways she couldn't fully control. She felt Javed's cock hitting the back of her throat, and the sensation was both intense and oddly arousing. Her saliva mixed with Javed's precum, creating a slippery, wet sensation that made it easier for him to slide in and out.

Maintaining eye contact with Javed, Ganga tried to convey through her eyes that she was participating willingly. This seemed to drive Javed even wilder, his movements becoming more erratic and forceful.

Chacha's laughter had subsided, replaced by a look of sheer admiration and lust. Content for now, having had his turn, he eagerly watched the play between Javed and Ganga unfold.

As Javed thrust into her mouth, Ganga's mangalsutra, which usually rested gently on her breasts, now dangled and swung violently in a pendulum motion. The chain clinked softly with each forceful thrust, moving erratically across her chest. The mangalsutra's black beads and gold pendant created a contrasting rhythm, bouncing off her soft skin and adding to the visual intensity of the scene.

The sight of the mangalsutra swinging wildly, combined with Ganga's wet eyes and determined expression, was almost too much for Javed. The thought that this sacred symbol of marriage was now part of their raw and lustful encounter only heightened his excitement. He thrust deeper, moving in sync with the swinging motion of the mangalsutra.

Ganga's grip on Javed's thighs tightened, her fingers pressing into his skin as she felt the strain on her body. The mangalsutra's motion was a constant reminder of her marriage, and it created a complex mix of guilt, arousal, and surrender in her mind. Her eyes stayed locked on Javed's, even as they became blurry with tears from the gagging.

Chacha sat back on the bed, watching the scene unfold before him with rapt attention. Every detail of Ganga's beauty captivated him. He admired the way she squatted, her thighs slightly trembling from the effort but steady, creating a firm base for Javed's relentless thrusts. The way she gulped Javed's penis with such determination, her soft lips wrapping around his shaft, sent waves of arousal through Chacha.

Her breasts moved in sync with Javed's thrusts, bouncing slightly with each powerful push. The pendulum motion of her mangalsutra, swinging wildly with the force of their movements, added an almost hypnotic element to the scene. The black beads and gold pendant clinked softly against her skin, a stark contrast to the raw, primal noises filling the room.

Every element of Ganga's body, from her swaying mangalsutra to the glistening trail of saliva mixed with precum on her lips, was turning Chacha on once again. He could feel his penis getting hard as he watched her. Without thinking, he started rubbing his penis with his right hand. The familiar sensation of his own touch, combined with the visual feast before him, sent shivers of pleasure through his body.

Ganga, after holding onto Javed's thighs to stabilize herself in the squatting position, shifted her focus to Javed's testicles. With a gentle yet firm touch, she began to massage his balls with her left hand. Her movements were slow and deliberate, using her fingers to knead and caress them softly.
Javed, feeling Ganga's hands massaging his testicles, wanted more than just the touch. The sensations were overwhelming, but he desired an even deeper connection, something beyond what she had done for Chacha. With a determined expression, he gently removed his penis from her mouth using his right hand and lifted it to a 90-degree angle, exposing his testicles fully.

Ganga looked up at him, understanding his desire without needing words. Her hands, now free, moved to support herself as she leaned in closer. Ganga's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she prepared to focus her attention on Javed's testicles with a seductive smile.

Javed felt a thrill of anticipation as he guided her, his right hand's four fingers cupping his testicle sack and gently feeding it to her.

Ganga opened her mouth wide, her lips parting to accommodate the full weight of Javed's testicles. She began by softly kissing the delicate skin, her tongue darting out to taste the saltiness mingled with the musk of his arousal. Her gentle licks turned into more deliberate, sensuous strokes, her tongue tracing the contours of his sack with slow, methodical movements.

Javed watched her with a mix of awe and anticipation, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. The sight of Ganga's lips and tongue exploring his most sensitive areas was almost too much to bear. Her eyes locked with his, creating an intimate connection that heightened the intensity of the moment.

Ganga's mouth enveloped one of Javed's testicles, her lips forming a tight seal around it. She applied a gentle suction, drawing it further into her mouth. Her tongue moved in circular motions, caressing and massaging, coaxing out waves of pleasure that left Javed trembling. She repeated the process with his other testicle, ensuring that both received equal attention.

As Ganga continued, she decided to add an element of playful teasing to her ministrations. She gently bit down on the sensitive balls, her teeth grazing the surface just enough to send jolts of sensation through Javed's body. She pretended his testicles were succulent meatballs, her bites light and playful, never causing pain but rather enhancing the pleasure with a tantalizing mix of sensations.

Javed's hands found their way to her hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands. He guided her movements, his hips responding instinctively to the rhythm of her mouth. Ganga's lips and tongue worked in harmony, alternating between sucking, licking, and gentle biting, each action designed to drive him wild with desire.

Her left hand continued to massage his testicles, providing a firm yet tender touch that complemented the actions of her mouth. The combination of her skilled tongue and dexterous fingers created an overwhelming experience for Javed, who could barely contain his moans of pleasure.

Ganga's right hand, still coated in her own juices, moved to caress Javed's shaft, stroking it in time with her mouth's movements. The slickness of her juices provided a smooth glide, enhancing the sensations and pushing Javed closer to the edge.

As she sucked and licked, Ganga made sure to vary her techniques, sometimes using rapid, flicking motions with her tongue, other times slowing down to savor the taste and texture of his skin. She could feel Javed's testicles tightening, a clear indication that he was nearing climax.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure – Javed's guttural moans, Ganga's soft hums of satisfaction, and the wet, rhythmic noises of her mouth working its magic. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, a heady mix that only heightened their desire.

Feeling the intense pleasure from Ganga's mouth, Javed knew he was close to climax. He reached down with his right hand to hold his penis, stroking it furiously to bring himself to the edge. He felt his orgasm building, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

As Javed reached his climax, he pulled his testicles out of Ganga's mouth and positioned his penis over her face. With a final, furious stroke, he released his cum, splashing it all over her face. Ganga felt the warm liquid on her skin, her eyes closing as she savored the sensation.

Ganga, with a face full of cum, opened her eyes slightly and said, "Deal was to cum in my mouth! Not on my face!" sounding a little disappointed. She slapped his right thigh a couple of times. Javed, panting heavily, replied, "Sorry, baby. Next time, definitely I will make you drink my milk."

Feeling the exhaustion from the intense session, Javed could no longer stand. He moved to the bed, lying down with his eyes closed, his body still trembling from the climax. Chacha, sitting beside him, looked at Javed with a mixture of satisfaction and disbelief at what had just transpired.

Chacha saw Javed lying next to him on the bed, then turned his head to Ganga. He could not believe his eyes at how hot and beautiful she looked. Ganga was still in a squatting position, her right knee slightly touching the floor, making her curves pop out even more. She began by licking and swallowing the cum on her lips, then used her fingers to clean the cum off her eyes. Without a second thought, she licked the cum off her fingers and swallowed it. She didn’t bother to clean the cum left on her cheeks, nose, or chin, and instead continued to adjust her messed-up hair, raising both hands to reach the back of her head. This action arched her back, making her breasts pop out as if they were defying gravity. Her breasts bobbed up and down with her Mangal sutra resting on her cleavage, which were now prominently pushed out due to her arched back. The black and gold beads of the Mangal sutra were glistening with the splashes of cum on them, contrasting beautifully with her skin and adding an erotic touch to her traditional jewelry. The pendant of the Mangal sutra, usually a symbol of marital commitment, was now smeared with cum, making it look both sacred and profane, a representation of the duality of her situation.

As she raised both hands to adjust her hair, the smooth, hairless skin of her armpits was fully exposed. They were perfectly shaped, with a gentle curve that complemented her feminine physique. The skin there was soft and slightly glistening with a hint of perspiration, giving them a dewy, inviting appearance. Her armpits were meaty, juicy, and alluring with soft and folded layers that added to their sensuality. The unbelievably smooth skin, free from any hair, looked almost ethereal in the light. As she moved, the delicate skin of her armpits seemed to shimmer, catching the light in a way that made them look even more inviting. The contrast between the smooth, creamy skin of her armpits and the rest of her body added to their appeal, drawing the eye and inviting admiration.

Chacha couldn't take his eyes off her. He moved his gaze down to her soft belly, noticing little droplets of cum splattered randomly across it. His eyes traveled further to her butt cheeks, pressed against her ankles. He couldn't help but think, "I wonder how her butt hole would taste right now."

As Ganga continued adjusting her hair, Chacha, still lost in a trance, tapped Javed's shoulder.

“Let me rest, Chacha,” Javed mumbled, still lying down.

Chacha insisted, “Javed, get up. If you miss this sight, you will regret it your entire life!”

Javed hastily sat up, saying, “What is it, Chacha?” He noticed the shock on Chacha’s face. Chacha raised his right hand, pointing towards Ganga.

Javed followed the direction of Chacha’s pointing hand and saw Ganga. Similar to Chacha, he fell into a moment of disbelief. He saw Ganga’s face full of cum, her breasts, her Mangal sutra, her juicy armpits, her soft belly, and her butt cheeks. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, allowing them to see more clearly and enjoy her beauty even more.

Ganga, still with both hands raised, adjusting her hair and trying to make a knot, stood up and walked towards them with a slutty smile on her face. For Javed and Chacha, seeing her move toward them in slow motion, with cum on her face and a slutty smile, made her a million times hotter than before.

Javed and Chacha were mesmerized by the sight of her, their penises immediately getting rock hard. unable to resist the magnetic pull of Ganga’s allure. They were ready to worship her, to give in to the primal desires that she had awakened in them. The night was far from over, and they were eager to see where it would lead.

Ganga came near them, her presence a mesmerizing blend of sensuality and confidence. Seeing their faces with open mouths, lost in a trance, she snapped her fingers to break their reverie. The sound was sharp, bringing them back to reality.

As they came out of their trance, Ganga placed one hand on her waist and, with the other, pointed to their hard penises. A slutty smile spread across her face as she said, "I thought our first night was over."

Immediately, Javed replied, "Kaha baby! Hamaara first night toh abhee shuroo hogee"["No, baby! Our first night has just begun,"] while tapping on the bed with his hand, signaling her to come to the bed.

Ganga's eyes sparkled with mischief and anticipation, a naughty smile forming across her lips.

As Srinu watched from his helpless position, he felt a mix of intense emotions. Seeing Ganga's naughty smile as Javed tapped on the bed, inviting her, sent a pang of despair through his heart.

"How could she smile like that? Is this really my Ganga?" Srinu's heart ached with disbelief and pain.

"What has happened to her? Is this really happening?" Srinu's mind struggled to grasp the reality of the situation.

"She's... enjoying this," he realized with a sickening feeling. "She wants to get FUCKED!!!"
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