Sarpanch ki randi-3 Anamika's POV Last night was a fucking hot 🥵. My body still feels his touch—the heat, the passion, the madness. I reached out, my hand grazing his rock-hard abs. Instinctively, I snuggled closer, my skin craving his warmth. My pussy started getting wet in needing his cock . His morning erection was stode like a rode —for the chaos we are going to create. "My lovely daddy cock," I whispered, brushing aside the blanket and sliding on top of him. He stirred, his lips curling into a lazy grin. "Kya randi, teri chut ko subah-subah lund chahiye?" His morning voice was a melody of husky dominance. "Hoo, daddy! Don't tell me you’re too tired to fuck me now?" I teased, rocking my hips slightly to taunt him. That did it. His eyes darkened, the smirk on his lips replaced by raw hunger. "Do you think I’m weak? I’ll show you who’s boss." With a growl, he flipped me beneath him, driving into me with force. I cried out, my moa...