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Sasur ji's voice rasps above me, cracked and insistent—'Aur, bahu. Aur.'—and I lower my head between his bony thighs, my tongue finding the sour skin of his limp cock, the grime of days without washing coating my lips. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my mouth over the soft flesh, and I feel the tremor in his legs as I take him deeper, the taste of salt and dirt and old sweat flooding my tongue. Amar's shadow falls across us from the stable doorway, but he does not move, does not speak—only watches as I work the filth from his father's body with my tongue, swallowing each bitter trace. उसके बढ़ Her father's black penis is half inside Saru's vagina, glistening with her juices. Sasurji lifts Saru by her thighs, pressing her back against his waist and thrusting his penis deep into her vagina. With one hand, Saru grips her father-in-law's neck tightly. Saru's legs are dangling beneath her as her father-in-law lifts her entire weight, holding her back against his waist. This position is called a lift and carry.
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