The four bodies tangled deeper on the rumpled bed as Vikram pulled Anjali's thick thighs wider and thrust his veiny cock back into her slick pussy, his large belly grinding against her swollen clit while Priya straddled Ramesh's lap beside them, her pregnant belly and leaking breasts bouncing as she rode his thick shaft in her ass. The women's mouths locked again in a messy kiss, tongues sliding wetly while their fingers rubbed each other's clits, milk spraying from Priya's engorged nipples onto Anjali's brown skin with every slap of flesh. "Fuck us harder, husbands," they moaned together, juices coating the men's hairy balls as Vikram and Ramesh switched positions once more, pounding both holes in unison until Anjali screamed through another orgasm and Priya's pussy clenched tight around invading fingers.

Sweat-slicked bellies pressed close, the men's dominant hands gripping massive breasts and jiggling asses as they flooded the women's holes with hot cum, thick ropes leaking out around their shafts amid the wet sounds and desperate gasps of shared pleasure. Priya and Anjali collapsed against each other, kissing softly while the old men nursed from their tits again, sucking milk and whispering filthy promises of endless breeding.

Years slipped by in secret, their taboo union evolving into a hidden family where Priya and Anjali both bore the men's children, their bodies still draped in revealing sarees during stolen nights of raw fucking that never faded, the two women now bound as sisters in lust while Vikram and Ramesh claimed them with the same insatiable hunger across every swollen curve and dripping hole.

A decade later, the forbidden union had only intensified with time, Priya and Anjali now thirty-year-old mothers whose full, matured curves remained draped in those same revealing sarees during their secret rendezvous, their bodies still ripe and responsive as they knelt between Vikram and Ramesh on the familiar bed. The old men's thick bellies pressed close while the women leaned in to kiss them deeply, tongues sliding hot and wet against the men's experienced mouths in turns, Anjali moaning into Vikram's lips as Priya claimed Ramesh's with equal hunger before they switched, saliva glistening on chins amid the shared filthy whispers of eternal ownership. Their hands roamed greedily, pulling the silk aside to expose heavy breasts and slick pussies that had borne the men's children, the kisses deepening as fingers probed and teased, building the heat until both women were guided onto the thick cocks, riding reverse while leaning back to lock lips with their dominant lovers again.

The air filled with the rhythmic slap of flesh and gasps as Vikram thrust up into Anjali's dripping cunt, his large belly grinding her clit while she kissed him messily, milk no longer flowing but her juices coating his veiny shaft with every bounce, and beside them Priya took Ramesh deep in her ass, her thick curves jiggling as she pressed her mouth to his, tongues tangling in desperate need. They switched positions fluidly, the men flipping the women onto their backs to pound harder, bellies smacking swollen bellies that had once been pregnant, hands gripping massive breasts and commanding more kisses that the wives gave eagerly, lips parting for the old men's tongues even as cocks stretched their holes and hot cum began to flood inside. Priya and Anjali clung to each other between the kisses, fingers rubbing swollen clits as orgasms ripped through them, the men's releases leaking out around thrusting shafts in thick, creamy ropes that marked their bodies anew.

In the shuddering aftermath, the four remained entwined, the rumpled sarees pooled beneath them as Vikram and Ramesh nursed at the women's necks with renewed hunger, promising this taboo family bond would stretch on for decades more, their insatiable claims blurring every boundary of age and desire in stolen nights that only grew more intense.

In the shuddering aftermath, the four remained entwined, the rumpled sarees pooled beneath them as Vikram and Ramesh nursed at the women's necks with renewed hunger, promising this taboo family bond would stretch on for decades more, their insatiable claims blurring every boundary of age and desire in stolen nights that only grew more intense. The old men's thick fingers traced lazy circles over Priya and Anjali's heavy breasts, pinching nipples that had long since stopped leaking milk but still hardened instantly under their touch, drawing soft whimpers as the women shifted closer, their thick thighs parting to welcome probing hands that found slick folds still dripping with shared cum. Vikram growled low against Anjali's throat, his large belly pressing her hip as he hauled her onto all fours again, his veiny cock sliding back into her cum-slick pussy with a wet squelch that made her massive ass jiggle, while Ramesh pulled Priya astride his lap facing him so her brown curves molded against his sagging gut, her tight ass stretching once more around his shaft as he thrust upward and claimed her mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss.

Their bodies rocked in unison, the wet slap of flesh echoing through the humid room as the men pounded harder, bellies smacking against jiggling curves with every thrust, hands gripping thick waists and pulling the women into frantic kisses that passed between all four in a tangle of tongues and spit. Priya moaned into Anjali's lips when their faces met mid-thrust, fingers rubbing swollen clits as fresh orgasms built, the men's dominant voices filling the air with filthy commands to call them husbands while they bred their married holes all over again, promising to keep this secret family fucking for years beyond this decade, their thick cocks swelling and pulsing deep inside until hot loads flooded both women once more, creamy ropes leaking down trembling thighs. The sarees lay forgotten in damp heaps as the four collapsed together again, stroking sweat-slick skin with possessive hunger, the night stretching on with whispered vows of more stolen encounters that would only grow rawer and more intense across every boundary of age and taboo.

The sarees lay forgotten in damp heaps as the four collapsed together again, stroking sweat-slick skin with possessive hunger, the night stretching on with whispered vows of more stolen encounters that would only grow rawer and more intense across every boundary of age and taboo. Morning light filtered through the curtains as the children were bundled off to school with hurried kisses, leaving the house empty and ripe for their taboo hunger. Vikram hauled Priya and Anjali into the car, his thick fingers already hiking up their sarees in the backseat while Ramesh drove them to a secluded park, the men's voices thick with command. "Strip those pussies bare for your husbands right here, wife-sluts—spread those thick thighs so everyone nearby can hear us breed you again," Vikram growled as they parked under the trees, yanking Anjali onto his lap to impale her dripping cunt on his veiny cock with a wet slap, his large belly grinding her clit while he thrust upward. Ramesh pulled Priya to straddle him facing out, slamming into her ass as his sagging gut pressed her back, fingers spreading her slick folds wide. "That's it, our pregnant whores—take these ugly cocks deep in your married holes, call us daddies while we knock you up again like the filthy cum-buckets you are," Ramesh rasped, pounding harder as Priya moaned "Yes husbands, breed your wife's tight pussy and ass, fill me with another load so my belly swells for you both." Anjali cried out in response, her massive breasts bouncing as she kissed Priya messily, tongues tangling while the men switched holes, Vikram claiming Priya's pussy from behind against the car door as public whispers of "Fuck us harder, daddies, own these cunts forever" echoed between them, their juices dripping down hairy balls amid the wet thrusts. The women clung to each other, rubbing swollen clits as the old men flooded them with hot cum, promising endless public breedings that blurred every line, their bodies trembling in shared ecstasy under the open sky.

Their bodies still quivering from the public creampies, Vikram yanked Anjali onto her knees in the grass while Ramesh hauled Priya beside her, the old men now turning on each other with brutal force as the women watched in wide-eyed hunger. "Watch your husbands claim what's ours, wife-sluts," Vikram snarled, gripping Ramesh's thick veiny cock and stroking it roughly against his own, their large bellies slapping together as they spat filthy commands at the girls. "See how these ugly daddies fuck each other hard before we ruin your married cunts again—gonna breed you both till your bellies swell like whores while you stare and drip." Ramesh grunted back, thrusting his shaft against Vikram's hairy balls with savage pulls, "That's right, our pregnant cum-buckets, look at these dominant cocks owning each other, thick and veiny, ready to stretch your tight holes next—call us husbands while we show you real power."

Priya and Anjali's massive breasts heaved as they obeyed, fingers still circling swollen clits, but soon the men shoved the women together, forcing them to tangle in a heated sixty-nine while they watched and stroked their cocks. "Eat that pregnant sister's pussy, you filthy sluts," Vikram growled, his voice thick with lust as Anjali's tongue plunged into Priya's cum-leaking cunt, the wet slurps echoing as Priya sucked Anjali's clit in return, their thick asses jiggling and brown skin flushed. "Taste each other's married juices, wife-whores—rub those fat tits together and moan for daddies like the dirty whores you are," Ramesh rasped, the men circling and commanding deeper, "Spread those legs wider, show us how you finger-fuck each other's holes while we watch our sluts perform."

The air crackled as the four collapsed into a heaving pile of limbs, Vikram slamming his cock into Priya's ass from behind while Ramesh pounded Anjali's pussy, their bodies grinding in chaotic rhythm with the women kissing messily atop each other. Bellies slapped against jiggling curves, hands gripping massive breasts and slapping thick asses as dirty talk spilled nonstop—"Fuck your husbands' cocks deeper, breed these cunts raw," Vikram roared, switching to claim Anjali's dripping hole as Ramesh stretched Priya's pussy, the women crying out in unison, "Yes daddies, own our married holes forever, fill us with cum while we kiss and cum for you." Orgasms crashed through them in waves, hot loads flooding again amid the public park's risky exposure, the taboo foursome locked in sweat-slick ecstasy as promises of endless rough breedings filled the humid night.

Orgasms crashed through them in waves, hot loads flooded again amid the public park's risky exposure, the taboo foursome locked in sweat-slick ecstasy as promises of endless rough breedings filled the humid night. Suddenly one sweltering afternoon weeks later, with the same trees shielding their car from prying eyes, Vikram and Ramesh turned on each other right there in the grass after pulling out of the women's cum-stuffed holes. Their thick bellies slapped together as Vikram gripped Ramesh's veiny cock and stroked it hard against his own, spitting on the swollen heads before shoving Ramesh onto his back and mounting him with brutal force, their hairy balls grinding as they thrust shaft against shaft in a savage rhythm. "Watch your husbands fuck like real men, wife-sluts," Vikram snarled, pumping faster while Ramesh grunted and spat back filthy curses, their dominant bodies rutting openly as Priya and Anjali knelt close, fingers buried in each other's dripping pussies. "That's it, daddies, pound those ugly cocks together—make them throb and leak while we drip watching you own each other," Priya moaned, her massive breasts heaving as Anjali added breathlessly, "Yes, husbands, fuck harder, stretch those balls and cum all over us after, breed your sluts with whatever's left." The men's grunts echoed through the park as they switched, Ramesh slamming Vikram down and driving his thick shaft between the other man's thighs in raw, wet friction, bellies slapping and sweat flying while the women cheered them on with gasps of "Deeper, daddies, own that cock like you own our cunts," their own orgasms building from the sight alone.

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