The eighth rainy night was full of strong wind and heavy rain. Priya stood on the balcony like a hungry slut wife. Her body was covered with dark love bites from last night. Her big boobs had marks. Her round ass was still red. She wore nothing but a small wet cloth around her waist. Her pussy was already wet and her ass hole twitched with desire.

Arjun came out. He looked at his marked slut wife and smiled darkly. “Tonight you will beg for my dick like a true whore,” he said.