Priya fell to her knees in the middle of the living room, her yellow saree disheveled, fresh cum still leaking from both her pussy and asshole. The shame was unbearable. Tears streamed down her fair cheeks as she looked at the floor, unable to meet her husband’s furious eyes.

Arjun stood like a storm — tall, muscular, veins popping on his neck. His dominating aura had turned into pure rage. Rajesh, on the other hand, stood calm and authoritative, arms crossed over his broad chest, as if he owned the entire situation.