u/Chocolate__Dosa

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Hello!

If you're looking for a company tonight, you're at the right place.

I'm 21 years old. But believe me, age won’t be an issue for us. I treat everyone equally. Younger girls or older women, both are great at different things.

We can chat about erotica, do roleplay (plots on my profile), talk about our daily lives, bitch about people, discuss movies and web series, play games, and whatnot.

Also, although I’m not a binge watcher of porn, I watched enough of it in my teenage years, so we can talk about that too.

Additionally, I’m into endurance training, cycling, chess (national player), and guitar.

Thanks for reading...

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Come with ASL...

Cheers🥂

Hello!

If you're looking for a company tonight, you're at the right place.

I'm 21 years old. But believe me, age won’t be an issue for us. I treat everyone equally. Younger girls or older women, both are great at different things.

We can chat about erotica, do roleplay (plots on my profile), talk about our daily lives, bitch about people, discuss movies and web series, play games, and what not!

Also, although I’m not a binge watcher of porn, I watched enough of it in my teenage years, so we can talk about that too.

Additionally, I’m into endurance training, cycling, chess (national player), and guitar. We can play games too if you are into it...

Thanks for reading...

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Come with ASL...

Cheers🥂

​

Looking for a roleplay or discussion based on a secret ancient Indian joint family tradition.

We follow 14 strict sacred sexual rituals (6 Daily + 8 Occasional).

Daily Rituals:

Morning Awakening — Sons wake up mothers/sisters by licking their pussy till they cum.

Yoni Greeting — Mutual oral worship at sunrise.

Evening Oil Massage — Sensual full-body coconut oil massage that always turns sexual.

Daily Amrit Ritual — Women must swallow at least one load of cum every day.

Nightly Creampie Blessing — Every woman receives a deep creampie before sleeping.

Prasad Exchange — Family shares cum and pussy juices after dinner.

Occasional Rituals:

Pre-Wedding Deflowering — Bride is deflowered by brother or devar before marriage.

First Night Training — New bride is sexually trained by father-in-law or elder brother-in-law.

Coming of Age Ritual — 18-year-old girl’s virginity taken in a family ceremony.

Rakhi Special Night — Passionate sex between brother and sister after Rakhi.

Full Moon Submission — All women get shared and filled on Purnima night.

Ancestral Fertility Puja — Special breeding rituals during festivals.

Annual Nude Day — Entire family stays naked for 24 hours.

Widow Healing Ritual — Sons regularly satisfy widowed mothers.

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Reach out with ASL, kinks/limits

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Looking for a long-term, detailed incest roleplay based on a secret ancient Indian joint family tradition.

We follow 14 strict sacred sexual rituals (6 Daily + 8 Occasional).

Daily Rituals:

Morning Shakti Awakening — Sons wake up mothers/sisters by licking their pussy till they cum.

Sunrise Lingam/Yoni Greeting — Mutual oral worship at sunrise.

Evening Oil Massage — Sensual full-body coconut oil massage that always turns sexual.

Daily Amrit Ritual — Women must swallow at least one load of cum every day.

Nightly Creampie Blessing — Every woman receives a deep creampie before sleeping.

Prasad Exchange — Family shares cum and pussy juices after dinner.

Occasional Rituals:

Pre-Wedding Deflowering — Bride is deflowered by brother or devar before marriage.

First Night Training — New bride is sexually trained by father-in-law or elder brother-in-law.

Coming of Age Ritual — 18-year-old girl’s virginity taken in a family ceremony.

Rakhi Special Night — Passionate sex between brother and sister after Rakhi.

Full Moon Submission — All women get shared and filled on Purnima night.

Ancestral Fertility Puja — Special breeding rituals during festivals.

Annual Nude Day — Entire family stays naked for 24 hours.

Widow Healing Ritual — Sons regularly satisfy widowed mothers.

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Reach out with ASL, kinks/limits

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It was a quiet evening. Priya had just come out of the shower, her skin still warm and damp. She was standing in front of the mirror, slowly drying her long black hair, when the lights suddenly went out.

Before she could react, a strong hand clamped tightly over her mouth from behind. A sweet, heavy chemical smell filled her nose as a cloth was pressed against her face. Her eyes widened in panic for a few seconds before everything faded into darkness.

When Priya slowly woke up, her head felt heavy. She was lying on a thin mattress in a dimly lit room that smelled of old concrete and masculine sweat. Her wrists were tied firmly behind her back with thick rope. Her simple cotton nightie had ridden up her smooth thighs. The only familiar thing was her mangalsutra, still resting between her full breasts.

A tall, well-built man stepped out of the shadows. He looked to be in his late thirties, dark-skinned, with a thick beard and piercing eyes that made her shiver.

"Welcome, Priya," he said in a calm, deep voice. "Your husband Raj is probably searching everywhere for you by now. But he will never find you here."

Priya's heart raced with fear. She tried to sit up but the ropes held her down. "Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Please let me go!"

The man smiled slowly and sat on the edge of the mattress. His rough fingers gently traced her cheek, then moved down to lightly tug at her mangalsutra, lifting the black beads so they rested on the soft curve of her breasts.

"I have wanted you for a long time," he whispered. "I used to watch you every day. The perfect, shy, reserved Indian wife. Always so proper in your sarees, always so loyal. But now you are mine."

He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing her neck. "I am going to take my time with you. I want to feel every inch of this soft body. I want to hear the proper wife moan when a real man touches her."

His fingers slipped under the strap of her nightie and slowly pulled it down her shoulder, exposing more of her smooth skin. "This mangalsutra looks beautiful on you. It will look even better when it bounces between your tits while I fuck you deep and hard."

Priya's breathing quickened. A confusing mix of terror and strange heat spread through her body as the stranger's hungry eyes moved over her curves.

"Please... I have a husband... I have kids..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

The man smirked and ran his hand slowly down her waist. "Forget them for now. Right now, this beautiful desi wife belongs to me. And I am going to enjoy breaking you in."

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Meera Sharma was a beautiful 39-year-old woman living in a spacious Mumbai apartment. With her soft curves, glowing fair skin, and charming personality, she still turned heads wherever she went. On the outside, her life looked perfect. A successful husband, a good son, and a comfortable home. But behind closed doors, she felt deeply lonely. Her husband had lost all interest in her for many years. He stayed busy with work and frequent travels, leaving her starved for attention and affection.

At this age, her body had grown highly sensitive. Her hormones peaked often, making her desperate for touch. In the privacy of her bathroom, she secretly masturbated while imagining herself with younger, strong men. She had started watching porn of mature women with young guys and often pictured herself in those scenes. She even owned a small lipstick-shaped vibrator that she hid carefully and used almost every night to satisfy her growing needs. Yet she always controlled herself and respected the boundaries of society.

It was during these lonely years that Rahul became a regular part of her life. Rahul was her son Arjun’s best friend, a tall, athletic 22-year-old who had grown into a handsome and well-built young man. What started as a normal friendship slowly changed. Rahul was always gentle, respectful, and caring toward her. He treated her with genuine warmth and helped her with small things around the house. As he became more muscular with each passing month, Meera found herself noticing him more and more.

Many times they had caught each other staring. Their eyes would linger a second too long. His gaze on her soft figure in a saree, hers on his broad shoulders and kind smile. Social boundaries always held them back, but the attraction between them was slowly becoming harder to ignore. Every time Rahul came close to her, whether to help with something or just to talk, a sharp spark would run through her body. She could not stop thinking about him.

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Hello, I am looking for someone for roleplay or a discussion.

Please come with ASL...

​

This is the second part of the story. I am looking for someone to continue this story in third person POV.

Go to my profile for other plots...

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Priya looked at with a calm expression as she finished speaking. Her voice carried a new steel. She had laid everything bare.

"Sit down properly Raj" she said pointing to the armchair in the corner. "Right there. Don't move."

Raj hesitated then obeyed and sank into the chair his heart pounding.

There was a knock. Priya opened the door. Ayaan stepped inside confident and hungry.

Priya closed the door and turned to her husband. "You wanted to know how it changed me. Today you will see. Watch."

She walked straight to Ayaan. Their lips met in a deep hungry kiss. Ayaan's hands roamed down squeezing her ass as he pulled her close. Priya moaned into his mouth rubbing herself against him shamelessly.

Raj shifted uncomfortably. "Priya please..."

"Shut up and watch Raj" she snapped breaking the kiss for a moment. "This is what you earned when you fucked Riya. Sit there like a good boy."

Ayaan chuckled and kissed her harder. Priya's breathing grew ragged. "I'm already so wet Ayaan" she whispered loud enough for Raj to hear. "My pussy is dripping for you."

She glanced at Raj with cruel eyes. "Look at him. Unlike you he knows how to handle a woman. At home I had love. With him I have real sex."

Ayaan yanked her pallu down and opened her blouse roughly exposing her breasts. He pulled her mangalsutra aside with one finger letting the black beads and gold dangle between her tits as he sucked hard on her nipple. Priya gasped in pleasure.

"See this mangalsutra Raj" she moaned while Ayaan bit her neck. "The symbol of our marriage. Today it swings while another man fucks your wife."

Ayaan pushed her onto the bed on all fours facing Raj. He flipped her saree up ripped her panties aside and rubbed his thick cock against her soaked folds.

"She's dripping like a slut" Ayaan said mockingly. "Your wife is ready for me."

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Reach out with ASL, kinks and ideas to add...

Hello!

If you're looking for a company tonight, you're at the right place.

I'm 21 years old. But believe me, age won’t be an issue for us. I treat everyone equally. Younger girls or older women, both are great at different things.

We can chat about erotica, do roleplay (plots on my profile), talk about our daily lives, bitch about people, discuss movies and web series, play games, and whatnot.

Also, although I’m not a binge watcher of porn, I watched enough of it in my teenage years, so we can talk about that too.

Additionally, I’m into endurance training, cycling, chess (national player), and guitar.

Thanks for reading...

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Come with ASL...

Cheers🥂

Priya adjusted her pallu nervously as she entered the large, well-lit bungalow along with her husband. The office party was already buzzing with energy. Most of the men were dressed casually, some still in their office shirts, while Priya stood out beautifully in a deep maroon saree that hugged her curvy 34-28-36 figure. Her smooth, fair midriff peeked out teasingly, and her tight blouse accentuated her full, heavy breasts.

She held her husband’s arm tightly, feeling shy among so many unfamiliar faces. "This place is too big," she whispered to him softly.

As the evening progressed and drinks started flowing freely, the music grew louder and the lights were dimmed. One of the senior managers, Mr. Sharma, announced with a mischievous grin, "Alright everyone, let’s play musical chairs… but with a little twist to make it more fun!"

Priya laughed along with the others, not realizing what was coming. She was gently pulled into the circle by her husband’s colleagues. She was the only woman playing among seven men. Her heart beat faster as she noticed the hungry glances at her exposed waist and the way her saree pallu moved with her steps.

The music started. Priya moved around the chairs gracefully, her hips swaying slightly. Every time the music stopped, she would quickly sit down, giggling nervously. But as the rounds continued, the men became bolder. Hands brushed against her bare waist "accidentally" while she moved. Her cheeks flushed deep red with embarrassment, yet she kept playing, not wanting to be a spoilsport.

By the fifth round, things had turned quite raunchy. Priya was breathing heavily. Her pallu had slipped multiple times, revealing the deep cleavage of her tight blouse. Suddenly, as she rushed for a chair, Ashok, one of the younger colleagues, stepped on the edge of her pallu. The saree pallu came off completely in one smooth pull, leaving Priya exposed in just her blouse and petticoat for a few long seconds.

She gasped loudly and quickly tried to cover herself, her face burning with shame. The men cheered and whistled, openly praising how beautiful and sexy she looked. Priya looked towards her husband with nervous, embarrassed eyes, but the music had already started again…

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The big ancestral hall was filled with the smell of incense and fresh flowers. Dozens of oil lamps flickered around the raised wooden platform covered with red silk sheets. Almost the entire family had gathered. Uncles, aunts, elder brothers and cousins were all sitting on the floor in a big circle around the stage.

Today was Priya's 18th birthday. The day she would lose her virginity according to the family's ancient tradition.

Priya's legs were shaking as her mother and elder sister brought her up the steps onto the stage. She was dressed in a heavy red bridal lehenga. Her full breasts heaved nervously under the tight choli and her long black hair was open and oiled. Her kohl lined eyes were wide with fear and excitement.

"Today our Priya becomes a woman of the family," her father announced loudly. "As per our sacred custom, she will now be prepared for the blessing."

Priya gasped when her mother took her hands and locked them behind her back with cold metal handcuffs. The click sounded too loud in the silent hall. Then a thick black silk blindfold was tied tightly over her eyes, cutting off everything. She could only hear the breathing and whispers of her family members staring at her.

"She is ready," her mother said, her voice thick. "Her body now belongs to the family bloodline."

Priya stood trembling on the stage, blindfolded and handcuffed. Her young virgin body was completely on display. She could feel everyone's hungry eyes on her big breasts and the curve of her ass. Her pussy was already wet and she felt ashamed of it.

Heavy footsteps climbed onto the stage. A strong hand suddenly grabbed her soft waist and pulled her closer.

The real ceremony was about to begin.

This is the second part of the story. I am looking for someone to continue this story in third person POV

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Priya looked at with a calm expression as she finished speaking. Her voice carried a new steel. She had laid everything bare.

"Sit down properly Raj" she said pointing to the armchair in the corner. "Right there. Don't move."

Raj hesitated then obeyed and sank into the chair his heart pounding.

There was a knock. Priya opened the door. Ayaan stepped inside confident and hungry.

Priya closed the door and turned to her husband. "You wanted to know how it changed me. Today you will see. Watch."

She walked straight to Ayaan. Their lips met in a deep hungry kiss. Ayaan's hands roamed down squeezing her ass as he pulled her close. Priya moaned into his mouth rubbing herself against him shamelessly.

Raj shifted uncomfortably. "Priya please..."

"Shut up and watch Raj" she snapped breaking the kiss for a moment. "This is what you earned when you fucked Riya. Sit there like a good boy."

Ayaan chuckled and kissed her harder. Priya's breathing grew ragged. "I'm already so wet Ayaan" she whispered loud enough for Raj to hear. "My pussy is dripping for you."

She glanced at Raj with cruel eyes. "Look at him. Unlike you he knows how to handle a woman. At home I had love. With him I have real sex."

Ayaan yanked her pallu down and opened her blouse roughly exposing her breasts. He pulled her mangalsutra aside with one finger letting the black beads and gold dangle between her tits as he sucked hard on her nipple. Priya gasped in pleasure.

"See this mangalsutra Raj" she moaned while Ayaan bit her neck. "The symbol of our marriage. Today it swings while another man fucks your wife."

Ayaan pushed her onto the bed on all fours facing Raj. He flipped her saree up ripped her panties aside and rubbed his thick cock against her soaked folds.

"She's dripping like a slut" Ayaan said mockingly. "Your wife is ready for me."

***************************************

Reach out with ASL, kinks and ideas to add...

Meera Sharma was a beautiful 39-year-old woman living in a spacious Mumbai apartment. With her soft curves, glowing fair skin, and charming personality, she still turned heads wherever she went. On the outside, her life looked perfect. A successful husband, a good son, and a comfortable home. But behind closed doors, she felt deeply lonely. Her husband had lost all interest in her for many years. He stayed busy with work and frequent travels, leaving her starved for attention and affection.

At this age, her body had grown highly sensitive. Her hormones peaked often, making her desperate for touch. In the privacy of her bathroom, she secretly masturbated while imagining herself with younger, strong men. She had started watching porn of mature women with young guys and often pictured herself in those scenes. She even owned a small lipstick-shaped vibrator that she hid carefully and used almost every night to satisfy her growing needs. Yet she always controlled herself and respected the boundaries of society.

It was during these lonely years that Rahul became a regular part of her life. Rahul was her son Arjun’s best friend, a tall, athletic 22-year-old who had grown into a handsome and well-built young man. What started as a normal friendship slowly changed. Rahul was always gentle, respectful, and caring toward her. He treated her with genuine warmth and helped her with small things around the house. As he became more muscular with each passing month, Meera found herself noticing him more and more.

Many times they had caught each other staring. Their eyes would linger a second too long. His gaze on her soft figure in a saree, hers on his broad shoulders and kind smile. Social boundaries always held them back, but the attraction between them was slowly becoming harder to ignore. Every time Rahul came close to her, whether to help with something or just to talk, a sharp spark would run through her body. She could not stop thinking about him.

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Hello, I am looking for someone for roleplay or a discussion.

Please come with ASL...

​

The big ancestral hall was filled with the smell of incense and fresh flowers. Dozens of oil lamps flickered around the raised wooden platform covered with red silk sheets. Almost the entire family had gathered. Uncles, aunts, elder brothers and cousins were all sitting on the floor in a big circle around the stage.

Today was Priya's 18th birthday. The day she would lose her virginity according to the family's ancient tradition.

Priya's legs were shaking as her mother and elder sister brought her up the steps onto the stage. She was dressed in a heavy red bridal lehenga. Her full breasts heaved nervously under the tight choli and her long black hair was open and oiled. Her kohl lined eyes were wide with fear and excitement.

"Today our Priya becomes a woman of the family," her father announced loudly. "As per our sacred custom, she will now be prepared for the blessing."

Priya gasped when her mother took her hands and locked them behind her back with cold metal handcuffs. The click sounded too loud in the silent hall. Then a thick black silk blindfold was tied tightly over her eyes, cutting off everything. She could only hear the breathing and whispers of her family members staring at her.

"She is ready," her mother said, her voice thick. "Her body now belongs to the family bloodline."

Priya stood trembling on the stage, blindfolded and handcuffed. Her young virgin body was completely on display. She could feel everyone's hungry eyes on her big breasts and the curve of her ass. Her pussy was already wet and she felt ashamed of it.

Heavy footsteps climbed onto the stage. A strong hand suddenly grabbed her soft waist and pulled her closer.

The real ceremony was about to begin.

​

Meera Sharma was a beautiful 39-year-old woman living in a spacious Mumbai apartment. With her soft curves, glowing fair skin, and charming personality, she still turned heads wherever she went. On the outside, her life looked perfect. A successful husband, a good son, and a comfortable home. But behind closed doors, she felt deeply lonely. Her husband had lost all interest in her for many years. He stayed busy with work and frequent travels, leaving her starved for attention and affection.

At this age, her body had grown highly sensitive. Her hormones peaked often, making her desperate for touch. In the privacy of her bathroom, she secretly masturbated while imagining herself with younger, strong men. She had started watching porn of mature women with young guys and often pictured herself in those scenes. She even owned a small lipstick-shaped vibrator that she hid carefully and used almost every night to satisfy her growing needs. Yet she always controlled herself and respected the boundaries of society.

It was during these lonely years that Rahul became a regular part of her life. Rahul was her son Arjun’s best friend, a tall, athletic 22-year-old who had grown into a handsome and well-built young man. What started as a normal friendship slowly changed. Rahul was always gentle, respectful, and caring toward her. He treated her with genuine warmth and helped her with small things around the house. As he became more muscular with each passing month, Meera found herself noticing him more and more.

Many times they had caught each other staring. Their eyes would linger a second too long. His gaze on her soft figure in a saree, hers on his broad shoulders and kind smile. Social boundaries always held them back, but the attraction between them was slowly becoming harder to ignore. Every time Rahul came close to her, whether to help with something or just to talk, a sharp spark would run through her body. She could not stop thinking about him.

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Hello, I am looking for someone for roleplay or a discussion.

Please come with ASL...

The big ancestral hall was filled with the smell of incense and fresh flowers. Dozens of oil lamps flickered around the raised wooden platform covered with red silk sheets. Almost the entire family had gathered. Uncles, aunts, elder brothers and cousins were all sitting on the floor in a big circle around the stage.

Today was Priya's 18th birthday. The day she would lose her virginity according to the family's ancient tradition.

Priya's legs were shaking as her mother and elder sister brought her up the steps onto the stage. She was dressed in a heavy red bridal lehenga. Her full breasts heaved nervously under the tight choli and her long black hair was open and oiled. Her kohl lined eyes were wide with fear and excitement.

"Today our Priya becomes a woman of the family," her father announced loudly. "As per our sacred custom, she will now be prepared for the blessing."

Priya gasped when her mother took her hands and locked them behind her back with cold metal handcuffs. The click sounded too loud in the silent hall. Then a thick black silk blindfold was tied tightly over her eyes, cutting off everything. She could only hear the breathing and whispers of her family members staring at her.

"She is ready," her mother said, her voice thick. "Her body now belongs to the family bloodline."

Priya stood trembling on the stage, blindfolded and handcuffed. Her young virgin body was completely on display. She could feel everyone's hungry eyes on her big breasts and the curve of her ass. Her pussy was already wet and she felt ashamed of it.

Heavy footsteps climbed onto the stage. A strong hand suddenly grabbed her soft waist and pulled her closer.

The real ceremony was about to begin.

Meera Sharma was a beautiful 39-year-old woman living in a spacious Mumbai apartment. With her soft curves, glowing fair skin, and charming personality, she still turned heads wherever she went. On the outside, her life looked perfect. A successful husband, a good son, and a comfortable home. But behind closed doors, she felt deeply lonely. Her husband had lost all interest in her for many years. He stayed busy with work and frequent travels, leaving her starved for attention and affection.

At this age, her body had grown highly sensitive. Her hormones peaked often, making her desperate for touch. In the privacy of her bathroom, she secretly masturbated while imagining herself with younger, strong men. She had started watching porn of mature women with young guys and often pictured herself in those scenes. She even owned a small lipstick-shaped vibrator that she hid carefully and used almost every night to satisfy her growing needs. Yet she always controlled herself and respected the boundaries of society.

It was during these lonely years that Rahul became a regular part of her life. Rahul was her son Arjun’s best friend, a tall, athletic 22-year-old who had grown into a handsome and well-built young man. What started as a normal friendship slowly changed. Rahul was always gentle, respectful, and caring toward her. He treated her with genuine warmth and helped her with small things around the house. As he became more muscular with each passing month, Meera found herself noticing him more and more.

Many times they had caught each other staring. Their eyes would linger a second too long. His gaze on her soft figure in a saree, hers on his broad shoulders and kind smile. Social boundaries always held them back, but the attraction between them was slowly becoming harder to ignore. Every time Rahul came close to her, whether to help with something or just to talk, a sharp spark would run through her body. She could not stop thinking about him.

*****
Hello, I am looking for someone for roleplay or a discussion.
Please come with ASL...

​

Hello!

If you're looking for a company tonight, you're at the right place.

I'm 21 years old. But believe me, age won’t be an issue for us. I treat everyone equally. Younger girls or older women, both are great at different things.

We can chat about erotica, do roleplay (plots on my profile), talk about our daily lives, bitch about people, discuss movies and web series, play games, and whatnot.

Also, although I’m not a binge watcher of porn, I watched enough of it in my teenage years, so we can talk about that too.

Additionally, I’m into endurance training, cycling, chess (national player), and guitar.

Thanks for reading

Come with ASL...

Cheers🥂

​

Priya looked at Raj with a calm expression as she finished speaking. Her voice carried a new steel. She had laid everything bare.

"Sit down properly Raj" she said pointing to the armchair in the corner. "Right there. Don't move."

Raj hesitated then obeyed and sank into the chair his heart pounding.

There was a knock. Priya opened the door. Arjun stepped inside confident and hungry.

Priya closed the door and turned to her husband. "You wanted to know how it changed me. Today you will see. Watch."

She walked straight to Arjun. Their lips met in a deep hungry kiss. Arjun's hands roamed down squeezing her ass as he pulled her close. Priya moaned into his mouth rubbing herself against him shamelessly.

Raj shifted uncomfortably. "Priya please..."

"Shut up and watch Raj" she snapped breaking the kiss for a moment. "This is what you earned when you fucked Riya. Sit there like a good boy."

Arjun chuckled and kissed her harder. Priya's breathing grew ragged. "I'm already so wet Arjun" she whispered loud enough for Raj to hear. "My pussy is dripping for you."

She glanced at Raj with cruel eyes. "Look at him. Unlike you he knows how to handle a woman. At home I had love. With him I have real sex."

Arjun yanked her pallu down and opened her blouse roughly exposing her breasts. He pulled her mangalsutra aside with one finger letting the black beads and gold dangle between her tits as he sucked hard on her nipple. Priya gasped in pleasure.

"See this mangalsutra Raj" she moaned while Arjun bit her neck. "The symbol of our marriage. Today it swings while another man fucks your wife."

Arjun pushed her onto the bed on all fours facing Raj. He flipped her saree up ripped her panties aside and rubbed his thick cock against her soaked folds.

"She's dripping like a slut" Arjun said mockingly. "Your wife is ready for me."

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The big ancestral hall was filled with the smell of incense and fresh flowers. Dozens of oil lamps flickered around the raised wooden platform covered with red silk sheets. Almost the entire family had gathered. Uncles, aunts, elder brothers and cousins were all sitting on the floor in a big circle around the stage.

Today was Priya's 18th birthday. The day she would lose her virginity according to the family's ancient tradition.

Priya's legs were shaking as her mother and elder sister brought her up the steps onto the stage. She was dressed in a heavy red bridal lehenga. Her full breasts heaved nervously under the tight choli and her long black hair was open and oiled. Her kohl lined eyes were wide with fear and excitement.

"Today our Priya becomes a woman of the family," her father announced loudly. "As per our sacred custom, she will now be prepared for the blessing."

Priya gasped when her mother took her hands and locked them behind her back with cold metal handcuffs. The click sounded too loud in the silent hall. Then a thick black silk blindfold was tied tightly over her eyes, cutting off everything. She could only hear the breathing and whispers of her family members staring at her.

"She is ready," her mother said, her voice thick. "Her body now belongs to the family bloodline."

Priya stood trembling on the stage, blindfolded and handcuffed. Her young virgin body was completely on display. She could feel everyone's hungry eyes on her big breasts and the curve of her ass. Her pussy was already wet and she felt ashamed of it.

Heavy footsteps climbed onto the stage. A strong hand suddenly grabbed her soft waist and pulled her closer.

The real ceremony was about to begin.

​

The hall was filled with the scent of incense and fresh flowers. The oil lamps flickered around the raised wooden platform covered with red silk sheets. Almost the entire family had gathered. Uncles, aunts, elder brothers and cousins were all sitting on the floor in a big circle around the stage.

Today was Eleanor's 18th birthday. The day she would lose her virginity according to the family's ancient tradition.

Eleanor's legs were shaking as her mother and elder sister brought her up the steps onto the stage. She was dressed in a beautiful red bridal gown. Her full breasts heaved nervously under the tight dress and her long golden hair was open and oiled. Her kohl lined eyes were wide with fear and excitement.

"Today our Eleanor becomes a woman of the family," her father announced loudly. "As per our sacred custom, she will now be prepared for the blessing."

Eleanor gasped when her mother took her hands and locked them behind her back with cold metal handcuffs. The click sounded too loud in the silent hall. Then a thick black silk blindfold was tied tightly over her eyes, cutting off everything. She could only hear the breathing and whispers of her family members staring at her.

"She is ready," her mother said, her voice thick. "Her body now belongs to the family bloodline."

Eleanor stood trembling on the stage, blindfolded and handcuffed. Her adult virgin body was completely on display. She could feel everyone's hungry eyes on her big breasts and the curve of her ass. Her pussy was already wet and she felt ashamed of it.

Heavy footsteps climbed onto the stage. A strong hand suddenly grabbed her soft waist and pulled her closer.

The real ceremony was about to begin.