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Neha Sharma has two months alone while her husband tours with the cricket team—until his estranged aunt arrives with Arshad, a servant whose dark muscular build makes Neha's traditional sarees feel like a dare. When she tumbles down the stairs into his arms, one accidental kiss flips a switch she can't turn back. By 11 PM she's waiting in red lingerie. By dawn, she's been face-fucked, spanked, and forced to moan *"main Arshad ki randi hoon"* on camera—every position, every brutal command, her surrender recorded for the auntie's blackmail.
Neha loses her footing on the top stair, and Arshad catches her, his hands gripping her waist as she falls against his chest. For a breath, their eyes lock, and before she can pull away, his mouth is
Neha's knees hit the carpet, the soft pile pressing into her skin as she looks up at Arshad's towering form. He steps closer, the thin cotton of his pajama pants brushing her cheek, and she feels the
Neha's knees press into the carpet as Arshad's hand tightens in her hair, guiding her face toward the thick head of his cock. She opens wide, her tongue flat, and he pushes past her lips, the salty ta
Neha's hand trembles as she slides it beneath the red lace of her panties, her fingers finding the slick heat of her own cunt. Arshad watches, his cock heavy in his fist, and tells her to spread her l
Neha wakes to pale light through the curtains, her body aching in places she didn't know could hurt, the sheets tangled and damp beneath her. She feels his cum still sticky on her thighs, and the phot