
Vikram’s second plunge was even deeper, a claiming stroke that stole the air from Shweta’s lungs. She cried out, a raw, unfiltered sound that echoed off the cabin walls.
“Chilla, saali!” Vikram grunted, his powerful thighs driving into her again. “Poore Jungle ko bata de teri chut kaise chud rahi hai!”





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