Randeep's voice dropped to a growl, Hindi laced with vulgarity. 'Chup kar, saali. Teri yeh tight chuchiyan dekh ke mera lund khada ho gaya. Sahi se pakad, warna lesson kharab ho jayega.' She tried to pull away, but his bulky arm held her like a vice, his erection grinding against her thigh in a slow dry hump. The water masked the motion, but Niya's cheeks flushed crimson, her resistance feeble against his powerful build. 'Please, sir, yeh galat hai. Ruhi ji dekh lengi.' But he squeezed harder, pinching her nipple until it pebbled. 'Woh teri chut ki fikar mat kar. Bas mera lund feel kar, kitna mota hai.'
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