
Ananya woke to the slow, heavy thrust of her father’s cock already moving inside her.
Gray morning light filled the bedroom. Rajesh was propped on one elbow above her, fucking her in deep, unhurried strokes that stirred the thick accumulation left from the night. The wet, creamy sound of her overfull cunt taking him was soft but constant. Every thrust forced a little more cum out around his shaft; every return stroke pushed it back in. His free hand rested on her lower belly, pressing down lightly so he could feel the shape of himself moving through the mess he had sealed inside her.















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