Nandini lay spread-eagled on the wide bed, wrists bound above her head with the black lace bra that had been stripped from her body only minutes earlier. Her 44DD breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, silver rings glinting at her nipples. The vibrator buried inside her pussy hummed at its highest setting, the base pressed flush against her clit, while the thick silicone plug stretched her ass wide. Her torn panties lay discarded on the floor. For half an hour the twins had sat in the armchairs at the foot of the bed, fully clothed, watching every twitch and whimper that escaped her. Maanav leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Still not allowed to come, baby.” Manik’s smirk was sharp. “You wanted to laugh with your professor? This is what happens.” Nandini’s hips jerked involuntarily as the vibrator pulsed against her swollen clit. A thin strand of slick slid down the curve of her ass and pooled around the plug. She bit her lip hard Flashback It had been 2 w...
Maanav and Manik stepped into the dimly lit room, their eyes immediately locking onto Nandini perched on the edge of the king-sized bed. The air was thick, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows that accentuated every curve of her voluptuous form. Her red lehenga draped elegantly over her wide hips, the fabric shimmering as she shifted slightly, unaware of the predatory hunger building in the two men who now claimed her as their wife. Maanav, the elder of the two with a chiseled jaw and broad shoulders straining against his white kurta, licked his lips as his gaze dropped to her heaving chest. Those massive 44DD breasts strained against the tight confines of her deep red blouse, the material so sheer it hinted at the dark outlines of her nipples beneath. The mangalsutra dangled provocatively into the deep valley of her cleavage, a symbol of her new marital bond that only fueled their desire to defile her innocence. Her soft belly rose...