The dim light of the Diwali lamps flickered across the living room of their modest Mumbai apartment, casting warm shadows on the walls adorned with family photos. Rajesh, a burly 45-year-old factory worker with a thick mustache and sweat-glistened chest, sat on the worn-out sofa, his lungi hiked up as his hand gripped his hardening cock. Beside him, his wife Meera, 42, with her saree pallu slipped off her ample breasts, leaned in, her dark nipples erect and begging for attention. Their son Amit, 20, fresh from college, stood naked, his lean body taut with excitement, stroking his thick shaft. And their daughter Priya, 18, with long black hair cascading down her back, knelt between them, her salwar kameez discarded, exposing her smooth brown skin and shaved pussy glistening with arousal.
Rajesh groaned, pulling Priya closer by her hair. 'Beta, aa jaa yahan, Papa ka lund choos le. Itna hard ho gaya hai teri wajah se.' His voice was rough, laced with lust as he guided her mouth toward his throbbing cock, the veins pulsing under her lips.
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