Rahul’s strong fingers gripped Riya’s chin, tilting her innocent face up toward his. His cock, still rock-hard and glistening with Priya’s juices and cum, brushed against the terrified girl’s salwar-covered thigh. Priya lay collapsed on the altar behind them, a cum-drenched, trembling mess, weakly whispering, “Riya… please… run…”

But Riya couldn’t move. The sight of her elder sister completely destroyed — holes gaping, body painted in layers of filth, mangalsutra sticky with seed — combined with Rahul’s commanding presence had frozen her in place. Her cheeks burned with shame, yet her nipples had hardened visibly under her kameez.