Enjooy

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The warmth of bhaiphota still lingered in the air, but in Debolina's kitchen, a chilling shift occurred. Dwija, her 'dadabhai', cornered her, his friendly eyes now dark with lust.

DEBOLINA: Dadabhai, no… please, what are you doing? Ma is just in the next room!

DWIIJA: Shhh, chhutki. Don't make a sound. You know you’ve wanted this.

NARRATOR: His hands tore at her sari blouse, the fabric giving way with a sickening rip. He shoved her against the cold refrigerator, his mouth crushing hers, silencing her whimpers.

DEBOLINA: Stop! Don't!

NARRATOR: He ignored her, stripping her completely naked. She broke free, a terrified gasp escaping her lips as she fled the kitchen.

DWIIJA: Run, little sister. It only makes me harder.

NARRATOR: He chased her naked, trembling form through the living room, into the bathroom, and finally up the stairs to her bedroom. He tackled her onto the bed, his weight pinning her down.

DWIIJA: Open your mouth. Now.

NARRATOR: He forced his thick, hard cock between her lips, fucking her face ruthlessly. After he came down her throat, he flipped her over.

DWIIJA: Such a tight little pussy for your dadabhai.

NARRATOR: He plunged his still-hard dick into her dry cunt, her protests muffled by the pillow. He pounded into her, taking her ass next, his brutal grunts the only sound besides her choked sobs as he filled her violently, completely.