Rani’s heart hammered like a village drum during a festival. She was still on her knees on the big couch, her saree bunched around her waist, blouse torn open, heavy breasts hanging out with dark nipples stiff and wet from Arjun’s mouth. Karan’s thick cock was still buried deep inside her freshly fucked pussy, twitching. Cum and her own juices leaked down her thighs. Her mouth tasted of Arjun’s salty precum.

Now the other three brothers stood in the doorway like powerful village gods—Dev (the eldest, 34, tall and commanding like his father the Sarpanch), Vikram (muscular and rough), and Rohan (the most cruelly handsome with a dangerous smile).