The old clock in the Rathore Haveli struck midnight. The entire palace was silent except for the soft howl of desert wind outside. Priya lay on her thin mattress in the small servant room, still shaking from what happened in the marble hall. Her lips felt swollen from Thakur Arjun’s rough kiss. Her big boobs ached where he had sucked and bitten them so hard. Between her legs, her pussy was still wet and throbbing. She could taste his thick cum on her tongue even after washing her mouth many times.

She had changed into a thin white nighty that reached just below her knees. No bra. Her heavy boobs moved freely under the soft cloth, dark nipples clearly visible. She tried to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw Arjun’s thick, veiny dick pushing into her mouth and his fingers stretching her tight pussy.