The last of the party guests had shuffled out into the humid night, leaving behind the frat house living room thick with the scent of spilled beer and fading cologne. Dim string lights cast a golden glow over scattered red cups and crumpled napkins, while the bass from a distant speaker still vibrated faintly through the floor. Priya Sharma sat curled on the worn couch, her long dark hair spilling over one shoulder, her curvy figure hugged by a tight black top that clung to the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. She felt the weight of three pairs of eyes on her—Rahul Kapoor lounging in the armchair with that familiar confident smirk, his athletic build relaxed yet commanding, Vikram Singh sprawled beside her with a teasing grin, muscles flexing under his fitted shirt, and young Arjun Malhotra perched on the edge of the coffee table, his mischievous smile flickering with barely hidden arousal.

The air grew heavier as casual chatter slipped into something more charged, Vikram leaning closer to murmur about the way Priya's expressive eyes had lit up during the night's earlier dances. Her cheeks warmed, a shy thrill mixing with curiosity as the conversation turned intimate, questions about past flings and hidden desires weaving through the room like slow-burning incense. Rahul watched her closely, his bold presence filling the space, before he straightened with a spark in his gaze and broke the moment with a low, inviting tone. "Sachi ya Dare bol, Priya?" The others echoed the phrase with growing energy, the game sparking to life as mild challenges began—simple truths about crushes and light dares that had her laughing nervously at first, her body leaning in despite the flush creeping down her neck.

The mild dares quickly gave way to bolder ones as the group's energy shifted, the air thickening with anticipation and the faint hum of the distant bass. Rahul leaned forward, his commanding gaze locking onto Priya's flushed face, and issued the next challenge in a husky voice laced with that familiar Hindi spark. "Sachi ya Dare bol? Dare—sit on my lap and make out with me for five minutes." Priya's heart raced, a shy thrill battling her adventurous curiosity, but she nodded with a nervous laugh, her curvy body rising from the couch. She crossed the room slowly, feeling Vikram's teasing grin and Arjun's aroused stare burn into her, before settling onto Rahul's athletic lap. His strong hands immediately gripped her waist, pulling her close as their lips met in a heated kiss that deepened fast—tongues sliding, breaths mingling, her long dark hair cascading around them like a curtain. The kiss turned urgent, her breasts pressing against his chest, and Rahul's palms slid down to squeeze her ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh through her tight jeans, eliciting a soft moan from her that vibrated against his mouth.

They broke for air only to trade explicit questions in the charged silence, Vikram asking Priya about her wettest fantasies while Arjun inquired about her sensitivity to touch, their voices low and probing as she admitted to the growing ache between her thighs. Her pussy was already slick, the fabric of her panties clinging uncomfortably as the conversation wove intimate details, making her shift restlessly on Rahul's lap where she could feel his hardening cock press against her. Then Vikram suggested the next dare with a wink and a playful Hindi lilt, "Ab meri baari—dry hump Priya ki cunt pe, bhai." Rahul chuckled approvingly, easing her back onto the couch as Vikram positioned himself between her spread legs, his muscular frame grinding forward in slow, deliberate thrusts that rubbed the bulge of his cock directly against her clothed pussy. The friction sent sparks through her, her hips tilting instinctively to meet each dry hump, moans escaping as the others watched with growing arousal, the room filling with the scent of their mingled desire and the wet sounds of fabric against fabric.

As Vikram slowed his movements with a groan of restraint, the group shifted into the next round by spinning an empty bottle on the floor, its neck whirling wildly before stopping on Arjun. The youngest frat member swallowed hard, his mischievous smile turning nervous as he chose truth under the weight of their expectant stares. Rahul leaned in with a commanding grin and asked what he wanted to do with Priya, prompting Arjun to detail it all in a husky rush laced with Hindi: "Sachi baat, main uski chut ko chaatna aur khaana chahta hoon, uske ras mein doob jaana, phir apna lund usmein bhar dena aur Priya ko apne cock pe jump karwaana jab tak woh chillaye." Priya's chest heaved with each vivid word, her breath quickening as heat flooded her core, her cunt growing slicker and throbbing against the damp fabric of her jeans while the others' cocks visibly hardened—Rahul's straining beneath her earlier lap and Vikram's still pressing forward from his position between her thighs.

The air crackled with raw tension as Arjun's confessions lingered, his slim frame shifting with barely contained arousal, but the bottle spun again soon after and landed squarely on Priya. Feeling the power in their hungry gazes and the way their bodies responded to her, she grew bold, her adventurous side surfacing as she chose dare with a sultry lilt. Vikram chuckled darkly and issued the command in dirty Hindi, "Dare—apna top utaar de, Priya, sirf bra mein reh ja, dikha humein teri badi choochiyan." Rahul echoed with a low "Haan, jaldi kar, hum sab ko dekhna hai," while Arjun's eyes gleamed with fresh hunger. Priya's fingers trembled only slightly as she peeled off her tight black top, revealing the lacy black bra that cradled her full breasts, the cool air pebbling her nipples through the thin material as the boys' cocks twitched harder in response, the room pulsing with their shared desire and the faint scent of her growing wetness.

The room seemed to pulse with anticipation as Priya sat back, her full breasts heaving in the lacy bra, nipples stiff against the thin fabric under the boys' heated stares. The bottle spun once more across the floor, its neck landing on Vikram, who grinned with that teasing energy and chose dare without hesitation. Rahul leaned in with a commanding chuckle, his voice low and laced with Hindi as he issued the challenge: "Sachi ya Dare bol? Dare—apni face Priya ki choochiyon aur cleavage mein ghusa de, bhai, aur usko chaat, lick kar uske soft skin ko." Vikram wasted no time, shifting closer on the couch to bury his face between her warm breasts, his tongue lapping hungrily at the cleavage, tasting the faint salt of her skin while his hands gripped her sides. Priya gasped at the wet heat of his mouth, a shiver racing down her spine as her body arched instinctively toward him, the growing ache in her core making her thighs press together.

Rahul's turn came next with another spin, and he claimed his dare boldly, his athletic frame leaning forward as he squeezed her full breasts firmly through the bra, thumbs circling her nipples while his other hand stroked the hardening length of his cock through his jeans. The others watched, breaths quickening, as the game escalated and the three guys stripped down to their boxers, their cocks swelling into obvious tents that strained against the fabric, the air thick with the musky scent of arousal and Priya's soft moans. Her adventurous side surged despite the shy flush on her cheeks, the emotional thrill of their desire pulling her deeper into the moment. When the bottle landed on her again, she chose dare with a sultry smile, and Vikram issued the command in dirty Hindi: "Dare—apni jeans utaar de, Priya, peeche mud ke, bend ho ja aur dikha humein teri gaand, pooch humein pasand aayi kya?" She turned slowly, peeling off her tight jeans to reveal her curvy ass in matching lacy panties, bending at the waist to present herself fully as she glanced back over her shoulder. "Pasand aayi kya, mere gaand ko? Batao, sab log," she asked in a husky voice, her pussy throbbing visibly through the damp fabric as their cocks twitched harder in response.

The boys murmured their approval, hands reaching out to squeeze and slap her presented ass lightly, their cocks straining visibly as Priya straightened with a teasing smile. The bottle spun again across the floor in a dizzying whirl, its neck coming to rest on Vikram, who leaned back with a grin and chose truth. Rahul prompted him in that commanding tone laced with Hindi, "Sachi ya Dare bol? Ab bata sab kuch Priya ke baare mein—pehli baar kab dekha usko aur kya karna chahta tha, kaise chodna chahta hai usko?" Vikram's eyes darkened with hunger as he locked onto Priya, his voice dropping low and filthy in rapid Hindi: "Pehli baar dekha tha tujhe college lawn pe, woh tight kurti pehni thi aur gaand hilati hui chal rahi thi, tab se hi mera lund khada ho gaya tha. Socha tha tujhe pakad ke wall ke against dabaunga, teri chut ko ungli se faad ke ras nikaalunga phir apna mota lund andar pel ke zor-zor se thokunga jab tak tu mere naam chillati rahe, teri choochiyon ko muh mein leke chusunga aur gaand pe thappad maarta hua bharunga tujhe apne cum se."

The bottle whirled once more and landed on Priya, who bit her lip and chose dare with a sultry edge to her voice. The guys exchanged heated glances before guiding her to lie back in the middle of the rug, their hands quick and eager as they unclasped her lacy bra and freed her full breasts, the cool air teasing her stiff nipples. Someone fetched a can of frosting from the kitchen counter, and soon cool swirls of it decorated her curves—across her heaving chest, down her stomach, and lower. Vikram dove in first, his tongue lapping greedily at the sweetness coating her breasts while Arjun and Rahul joined on either side, sucking and licking the creamy trails from her skin, their mouths hot and insistent. Priya arched with a moan, her hands threading through their hair as pleasure surged through her. "Yea daddy, lick me more... suck my nipples harder, please," she gasped, her pussy clenching visibly through her damp panties.

Their cocks throbbed rock-hard now, the three of them shedding their remaining clothes in a rush until they stood naked around her, dicks standing proud and leaking with arousal. Rahul stroked his thick length as he growled, "Aaj raat bhar tujhe chodenge hum, Priya, apni rakhel bana ke rakhenge—free use hole ban jayegi tu, jab marzi pelenge teri chut aur gaand." Vikram and Arjun echoed with hungry grunts, their hands roaming her frosting-smeared body. Priya's moans spilled out in Hindi between ragged breaths, "Haan daddy, aur chooso... meri chut ko bhi chaato, mujhe apna whore bana do," her body writhing under their tongues and the promise of the night ahead as the game blurred into raw, shared need.

Priya's moans spilled out in Hindi between ragged breaths, "Haan daddy, aur chooso... meri chut ko bhi chaato, mujhe apna whore bana do," her body writhing under their tongues and the promise of the night ahead as the game blurred into raw, shared need. Yet a shy innocence crept over her flushed features as Arjun knelt between her spread thighs, his slim hands trembling with barely contained hunger while he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her damp lacy panties and slowly drew them down her curvy legs, exposing the slick, glistening folds of her pussy to the cool air. "Spread your legs wider, Priya... dikha humein teri chut," he murmured, voice husky and commanding despite his youth, his eyes fixed on the throbbing wetness between her thighs as she complied with a soft whimper, knees parting further on the rug. The three boys then rose and settled onto the couch in a row, their erect cocks jutting thick and veined from their laps, while Priya shifted to kneel before them on the floor, her long dark hair tumbling forward as she gazed up with wide, innocent teary eyes that shimmered with a mix of shyness and desperate arousal.

Vikram went first, stroking his cock as he leaned forward with a teasing grin, his voice dropping into rapid, filthy Hindi laced with the memory of that first sighting: "Pehli baar dekha tha tujhe college lawn pe, woh tight kurti pehni thi aur gaand hilati hui chal rahi thi, tab se hi mera lund khada ho gaya tha. Socha tha tujhe pakad ke wall ke against dabaunga, teri chut ko ungli se faad ke ras nikaalunga phir apna mota lund andar pel ke zor-zor se thokunga jab tak tu mere naam chillati rahe, teri choochiyon ko muh mein leke chusunga aur gaand pe thappad maarta hua bharunga tujhe apne cum se." Rahul followed with a bold, commanding tone, his athletic hand guiding her chin up as he described claiming her fully: "Maine tujhe pehli baar party mein dekha, woh black top mein teri badi choochiyan ubhar rahi thi, socha tha aaj raat tujhe apni rakhel bana ke rakhunga—teri chut aur gaand dono ko free use karunga, zor se chodunga jab tak tu meri personal fleshlight na ban jaaye, cum se bharpur karunga tujhe." Arjun, the shyest yet burning with arousal, hesitated before speaking in the dirtiest rush of Hindi, his cheeks flushing as he confessed: "Pehli baar dekha tha tujhe library mein, woh innocent smile ke saath, par andar se socha tha teri chut ko chaat ke saaf karunga, phir apna lund andar daal ke dheere dheere pelunga jab tak tu roti hui bheek maangti rahe, tujhe apna cum pilaunga aur gaand mein ungli daal ke double chodunga, Priya ko apni randi bana dunga."

Priya's pussy throbbed visibly at their words, the slick folds clenching and dripping onto the rug as her innocent teary eyes brimmed with overwhelming need, her hips instinctively humping against the floor for any friction that might ease the ache, soft whimpers escaping while she squeezed her full breasts together enticingly, pressing the soft mounds upward toward their hungry gazes. "Please... use me, fill me, mujhe apni fleshlight bana do, meri chut ko bhar do apne lund se, daddy," she begged in a trembling Hindi-laced voice, body rocking forward on her knees as the boys' cocks twitched harder in response, the air thick with their shared heat and the promise of the night unfolding.

The boys chuckled darkly at her desperate plea, their cocks twitching harder as Rahul leaned forward with a commanding smirk, his voice laced with filthy Hindi. "Toh ab rub kar apni chut ko floor pe, randi—jaise ek needy free use whore kare, dheere se apni gili chut ko ragad, Priya, aur dikha humein kitni pyasi hai tu." Vikram and Arjun echoed with teasing grunts, urging her on as her hips obeyed instinctively, grinding her slick folds against the rough rug in slow, humiliating circles that sent sparks of shame-tinged pleasure shooting through her core, her juices smearing visibly beneath her while soft whimpers escaped her lips. Their voices overlapped in heated Hindi, spinning new fantasies: Rahul growled first, "Pehli baar dekha tujhe party mein, socha tha isko pakad ke group mein chodunga, teri chut aur gaand dono ko bari-bari se pelunga jab tak tu meri personal cumdump na ban jaaye, har raat free use hole ki tarah use karunga," while Vikram added with a teasing edge, "Main sochta tha library corner mein le jaake teri badi choochiyon ko daba ke lund se faadunga, ras chusunga aur zor-zor se thokunga jab tak tu chillati rahe, apni randi bana ke rakhunga tujhe," and Arjun finished shyly but aroused, "Socha tha innocent smile wali ko pakad ke ungliyon se chut faad ke, phir lund se bhar ke gaand mein bhi daalunga, cum pilaunga aur jab marzi use karunga tujhe, personal fleshlight bana dunga."

Their words thickened the air with raw hunger, hands stroking their throbbing lengths as they called her forward in unison. "Aa ja ab, Priya—choos hamare lund, muh khol aur chus shuru kar," Rahul commanded, guiding her teary face toward his thick cock first. She crawled closer on her knees, cunt still throbbing and dripping from the floor's friction, taking him into her warm mouth with a soft gag as his veined shaft hit the back of her throat, saliva dripping down her chin while she bobbed eagerly, moaning around the length. Vikram pulled her next, thrusting deeper to make her choke and tear up more, degrading her with "Haan, aise hi gagging kar, hamari free use randi—kabhi bhi jab marzi pelenge tujhe, office mein, ghar pe, har jagah apni whore bana ke rakhenge," as Arjun took his turn, her lips stretching around his slim but eager cock, her hips twitching with need as she serviced all three in rotation, tongues and hands exploring while her muffled Hindi moans vibrated against their skin, "Haan daddy, aur andar... mujhe apna cum pila do," her body arching in willing surrender to the night's escalating pleasures.

The boys intensified their degradation with mocking laughter and filthy Hindi taunts, slapping her cheeks lightly as Rahul thrust deeper into her mouth, "Haan randi, aise hi apne muh mein le, hamari free use randi—teri chut kitni pyasi hai jo floor pe ragad rahi thi, ab lund chus aur dikha kitni besharam hai tu." Vikram pulled her by the hair next, fucking her throat with rough strokes that made her gag and drool heavily down her chin and heaving breasts, adding, "Chal slut, muh khol aur chus zor se, warna hum teri chut bina chodhe hi chod denge—teri gaand aur chut dono ko free use hole bana denge aaj." Arjun, burning with shy hunger, urged her on while stroking himself, "Bilkul randi jaisi dekh rahi hai tu Priya, aankhon se paani nikal raha hai, aur teri chut se ras beh raha hai—hamari personal cumdump ban jaa."

Vikram then yanked her up by the hips, flipping onto his back on the rug and commanding her to sit on his face, "Baith ja apni gili chut mere muh pe, randi, taaki main teri chut chaatun jab tu hamare lund choosti rahe." She obeyed with a whimper, straddling his eager mouth as his tongue plunged deep into her slick folds, lapping at her throbbing clit while she leaned forward to suck Rahul's thick cock again, her moans vibrating around the shaft as Arjun fed her his length in turns. Her juices coated Vikram's chin as he ate her hungrily, hands spreading her ass cheeks wider, the wet sounds mixing with her muffled Hindi pleas, "Haan daddy... meri chut chaato, main tumhari randi hoon."

Soon Rahul growled for more, pulling her off and leading the group to the bedroom where they tossed her naked body onto the rumpled sheets. "Ab bol, Priya—beg kar hamare lund ke liye, apni chut bharne ke liye, warna yahin ruk jaayenge," he demanded, their cocks twitching and hardening further at her desperate whimpers. She spread her legs wide, teary eyes pleading as she begged in a shaky Hindi-laced voice, "Please daddy, mujhe apne lund se bhar do, meri chut ko chod do, main tumhari free use randi hoon... mujhe apna cum pila do, meri chut aur gaand dono ko pelo," her body quivering with need as their erections swelled rock-hard in response, veins pulsing with fresh arousal.

Rahul positioned himself between her spread thighs first, gripping her hips hard as he slammed his thick cock deep into her dripping pussy in one rough thrust, groaning at how her walls clenched like a velvet vice threatening to snap his length and keep it buried inside forever. "Haan randi, teri chut kitni tight hai, bilkul free use hole ki tarah daba rahi hai mera lund," he growled in filthy Hindi, pounding into her with commanding strokes while Vikram knelt behind, his fingers slick with spit as he worked two then three digits into her puckered ass, stretching the tight ring before replacing them with his own throbbing shaft. He pushed in slowly at first, then buried himself to the hilt with a grunt, "Arre wah, gaand kitni garam aur tight, jaise mera cock phir se nikalna nahi chahti—hamari personal cumdump ban gayi tu, Priya." Her body rocked between them, sandwiched and used as Arjun straddled her chest, sliding his cock into the slick channel between her full breasts and thrusting hard, squeezing the soft mounds together to create a perfect, slippery tunnel that milked him with every stroke.

The air filled with wet slaps and her muffled cries as they fucked her in unison, degrading her with overlapping Hindi taunts—"Chal slut, apni chut aur gaand dono ko bhar le, besharam whore," Vikram hissed while slapping her ass red, "Yeh tight holes humare liye hi bani hain, roz use karenge tujhe"—until Arjun pulled back from her tits, shoving his glistening cock straight into her open mouth instead, fucking her throat deep as she gagged and drooled. Rahul and Vikram synced their thrusts, stretching her impossibly tight holes that gripped and pulsed around them like they never wanted to let go, her juices and their precum mixing in a filthy mess while she moaned around the cock in her mouth.

They used her relentlessly, name-calling her their randi and fleshlight in rapid Hindi, hands roaming to pinch nipples and slap flesh as her body surrendered completely to the overwhelming rhythm of their cocks claiming every hole.

Her pussy clenched tighter around their thrusting cocks with every degrading word, the humiliation flooding her system like fire as her walls fluttered and gripped Rahul and Vikram with desperate spasms. Moans and broken screams echoed off the bedroom walls, her full breasts jiggling wildly with each brutal slam, nipples swollen and aching from Arjun's greedy fingers. The boys groaned in unison, feeling their dicks wrapped in her slick, velvet heat—Rahul's thick shaft pulsing deep in her cunt, Vikram's buried to the hilt in her ass—both stretching her impossibly full while her body rocked helplessly between them.

"Arre wah, dekho kaise apni chut se daba rahi hai hamare lund ko, bilkul cockdrunk randi ban gayi tu," Rahul growled, his pace turning animalistic as he hammered harder, sweat-slicked skin slapping against hers. Vikram matched him with feral grunts, pounding her ass in rough, syncing strokes that made her scream louder, "Haan, aur zor se pelo isko—teri gaand aur chut dono hamari free use holes hain, aaj raat bhar nahi rukenge." Arjun thrust into her throat with wild abandon, his slim hips snapping forward as he reached his high, groaning at the tight, gagging squeeze around his cock. Priya's eyes rolled back, cockdrunk and lost, her hips bucking instinctively to meet every punishing thrust while fresh waves of slick coated their lengths.

They fucked her like beasts unleashed, pace escalating into a frenzied rhythm that left her sobbing with overwhelming pleasure, breasts bouncing and body quivering as they used her without mercy. "Meri personal fleshlight, le le sab kuch," Vikram snarled in Hindi, slapping her ass red as he neared his peak, the room thick with the wet sounds of their bodies colliding and her ragged, pleading cries of "Daddy... aur andar... mujhe bhar do."

Priya's cries grew louder as Rahul hammered deeper into her clenching pussy, his thick cock stretching her walls with every brutal thrust while Vikram's shaft pistoned relentlessly into her ass, the two of them syncing in a merciless rhythm that made her body jolt between them like a ragdoll. "Haan, dekho kaise hamari randi ki chut aur gaand dono bhookhi hain, bilkul free use hole ban gayi hai tu," Rahul growled in filthy Hindi, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he pulled her back onto his length. Vikram slapped her ass again, the sharp sting mixing with the wet squelch of her juices, snarling, "Le le, teri personal cumdump, aaj raat bhar yeh holes humare lund se bhare rahenge—zor se chilla, besharam whore." Arjun pulled his cock from her throat with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening tip, before yanking her up by the hair to straddle him on the bed instead, forcing her to impale her dripping cunt on his eager shaft while Vikram shifted behind to reclaim her ass from a new angle.

They flipped her onto all fours next, Rahul mounting her from behind to slam into her pussy with animalistic grunts, his balls slapping against her clit as he degraded her in rapid Hindi, "Chal randi, apni gaand hila ke dikha kitni pyasi hai—har raat aise hi pelte rahenge tujhe, personal fleshlight ki tarah use karte hue." Vikram knelt in front, feeding his cock back into her mouth and fucking her throat raw while Arjun reached under to pinch and twist her nipples, his voice joining the taunts, "Haan, muh mein le aur choos, teri chut se ras tapak raha hai, hamari besharam cumslut ban jaa." Her body shook violently, tears streaking her flushed cheeks as the overwhelming stretch and filthy words pushed her closer to the edge, her muffled moans vibrating around Vikram's length while Rahul reached around to rub her swollen clit in rough circles.

The boys switched again without pause, pulling out to reposition her on her back with legs splayed obscenely wide, Vikram driving into her pussy now as Rahul claimed her ass and Arjun straddled her face to thrust between her lips. "Bhar do iski chut aur gaand ko, bhai, aaj isko kabhi na bhoolne wali raat de denge," Vikram panted in Hindi, pounding harder as her walls fluttered and gripped him tight. Priya's hands clawed at the sheets, her curvy body arching up to meet every thrust, sobbing out broken pleas between gags, "Daddy... aur zor se pelo... mujhe apni randi bana do," her pussy and ass clenching greedily around the invading cocks as they used her without mercy, the room echoing with skin slapping skin and their overlapping Hindi degradations.

Priya's hands clawed at the sheets, her curvy body arching up to meet every thrust, sobbing out broken pleas between gags, "Daddy... aur zor se pelo... mujhe apni randi bana do," her pussy and ass clenching greedily around the invading cocks as they used her without mercy, the room echoing with skin slapping skin and their overlapping Hindi degradations. Rahul hammered into her dripping chut harder, his thick lund stretching her walls to the limit with each brutal slam while Vikram pistoned deep into her gaand, both men syncing their filthy rhythm as they spat degrading Hindi taunts: "Haan besharam randi, apni chut aur gaand dono ko itna tight daba ke chus rahi hai hamare lund ko—bilkul free use cumdump ban gayi tu, aaj raat bhar tujhe pelte rahenge jab tak tu apna ras nikal ke besharm ho jaaye," Rahul growled, slapping her jiggling choochiyan. Vikram added with a vicious grunt, "Dekh kaise teri pyasi chut ras beh rahi hai, hamari personal whore—zor se chilla, aur andar le le, warna gaand mein aur bhi zor se thok denge tujhe."

Arjun thrust into her open mouth again, fucking her throat raw as she gagged and drooled, his voice joining the Hindi barrage: "Haan Priya, muh khol aur chus jaise ek pyasi randi, teri aankhon se paani aur chut se ras tapak raha hai—hamari fleshlight ki tarah use karenge tujhe." Her body convulsed between them, the relentless pounding pushing her over the edge until she screamed around Arjun's cock, her pussy squirting violently in hot, messy sprays that soaked Rahul's thrusting shaft and the sheets beneath, her juices gushing out in humiliating waves as the boys laughed darkly and degraded her further in rapid Hindi: "Arre wah, dekho kaise apna pani nikaal diya, bilkul besharam squirting randi ban gayi tu—apni chut ko floor pe ragadti thi ab lund se chud ke jhad rahi hai!" They didn't stop, flipping her onto all fours once more to pound her through the aftershocks, Rahul and Vikram exploding deep inside her—Rahul flooding her twitching chut with thick ropes of cum while Vikram filled her stretched gaand, groaning "Le le hamara garam cum, randi, apni holes mein bhar le aur apni personal cumdump ban ja," as Arjun pulled out to paint her tear-streaked face and heaving breasts with his load, their degrading chants of "Haan, hamari free use whore, ab se har raat aise hi chodenge tujhe" echoing as her body trembled in exhausted, cum-soaked surrender.

Days later, the frat house pulsed once more with the same humid energy, but this time Priya was the only girl amid a sea of boys who circled her like predators the moment she stepped through the door in a skimpy red dress that barely covered her curvy ass and hugged her full breasts, the thin fabric clinging to her nipples and riding up her thighs with every step. The crowd thinned quickly as the night wore on, leaving just Rahul, Vikram, Arjun, and a handful of their eager friends, their eyes raking over her exposed skin as they drew closer on the dance floor, hands brushing her waist and hips while the bass thumped through the floorboards. She swayed between them, the dress's low neckline flashing glimpses of her cleavage as bodies pressed in from all sides, fingers tracing the curve of her ass and grazing the swell of her breasts, their warm breaths mixing with low Hindi murmurs like "Kitni garam lag rahi hai aaj, randi" that sent a familiar ache straight to her already dampening pussy.

The circle tightened as they danced, Vikram grinding against her from behind while Rahul pulled her forward by the hips, their cocks hardening against her through thin layers of clothing, Arjun's slim hands sliding up her thighs to squeeze her ass cheeks and tug the hem of her dress higher. Priya's heart raced with that same adventurous thrill, her body arching into the touches as the boys' voices overlapped in teasing commands, "Haan, hil apni gaand, dikha sabko kitni pyasi hai tu," the air thickening with the scent of their cologne and her growing arousal, nipples stiffening visibly against the dress fabric as hands roamed freely, pinching and caressing until she moaned softly and leaned back into the heat of their bodies.

Soon Rahul's commanding tone cut through the music with a familiar spark, "Sachi ya Dare bol, Priya?" as the group pressed closer, their erections straining and hands slipping under the dress to stroke her bare skin, the game reigniting amid the circling dance that left her breathless and slick between her thighs.

Priya's pulse quickened at Rahul's words, her body already humming with that familiar mix of shyness and hunger as she met their eyes and whispered "Dare" in a breathy voice. The circle closed tighter around her on the dance floor, hands guiding her down to her knees right there amid the thumping bass. She tugged at zippers eagerly, freeing Vikram's thick cock first, wrapping her lips around the veined shaft and sucking with wet, eager pulls while her tongue swirled over the leaking tip. Arjun stepped in next, his cock slapping against her cheek before she turned to take him deep, gagging softly as Rahul's hand fisted her hair and fed her his own pulsing length in turn. "Haan, muh khol randi, hamari free use slut—choos jaise pyasi ho," Vikram growled in filthy Hindi, thrusting shallowly into her throat as the other guys shed their clothes one by one, surrounding her naked form with a sea of hard, leaking cocks.

The attention shifted fully to her now, the handful of friends closing in with hungry grunts, their hands roaming her exposed curves as she bobbed between the three main cocks, saliva dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts. They stripped the red dress away completely, leaving her bare and glistening under the lights, then flipped her onto all fours on the rug someone dragged over. Rahul claimed her dripping pussy with a single rough thrust, stretching her walls tight while Vikram pushed into her ass from behind, the double penetration making her scream around Arjun's cock in her mouth. "Bilkul cockdrunk randi, dekho kaise dono holes daba rahi hai—personal cumdump ban gayi tu," Rahul snarled in Hindi, pounding mercilessly as the others took turns slapping her ass and feeding her their lengths, her body rocking between them in slick, rhythmic bliss. She moaned louder with each degrading taunt, hips bucking to meet every slam, juices squirting around Rahul's shaft as tongues from the circle licked at her nipples and clit, the gangbang escalating into a frenzy of positions—bent over the couch for more DP, straddling one while another took her throat, her teary eyes shining with raw enjoyment as they filled every hole and painted her skin with hot loads, chanting "Haan, aaj raat bhar hamari whore, zor se chilla aur le le."

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