The following evening, Priya made an excuse to her family that she was going to deliver some homemade pickle to her distant relative on the other side of the village. Instead, she wandered towards the old chabutra (raised platform) area on the outskirts — a quiet, elevated spot with broken walls and thick banyan trees where villagers rarely went after dark. The place had an abandoned mechanic shed nearby where old tractors and pumps were repaired. Everyone in the gaon continued to see her as the perfect innocent girl — soft-spoken, always in modest clothes, and untouched by any dirty thoughts.

But Priya’s body was now craving constant filth. Her pussy stayed soaked, her heavy breasts felt full and sensitive, and the secret thrill of getting fucked roughly made her walk with hidden excitement.