“Le, randi,” he grunts, thrusting with brutal force, his hairy balls slapping her ass, her juices squirting onto the bags. They don’t wait. XXX Hindi She wears a faded red saree, the blouse tight around her heavy breasts, her deep navel exposed as the pallu shifts.Her almond eyes flicker with a restless hunger, her full lips parted—she’s here because the monotony of her life has cracked, and a dark curiosity has taken root. Another man, tall and wiry with a shaved head, tears her petticoat off, her matching black panties soaked with anticipation.He claws them down, the fabric ripping into her thighs, revealing her hairy pussy—wet, musky, lips parted. The leader pulls out, straddles her chest, and shoves his cock between her tits, crushing them together with bruising force, the head smacking her chin, pre-cum smearing her neck. The stocky one keeps pounding her pussy, his fat dick pulsing, unloading a hot, creamy flood inside her, groaning, “Baccha banega ab.” The scarred one pulls out of her ass, his cock streaked with filth, jerks off, and sprays her back and ass, the cum thick and yellow, stinking of piss.
