“No… Umesh… forgive…” But her hips bucked back, pride warring with need. “Harder? Is that how you do it, madam?” he taunted, slapping her ass, reigniting the welts. She snarled—”Faster, you incompetent oaf! If you’re to defile me, do it properly!”—her arrogance twisting into command, even as Vikram fed his cock down her throat, muffling her into gurgles.
“Suck it like you mean it, high-class bitch,” he groaned, but she did—deep-throating with haughty suction, eyes locked on his in challenge.Karan took her ass next, lubed only by spit and her own dripping betrayal, pounding till her cheeks clapped like thunder. They rotated seamless—a threesome symphony, cocks swapping holes, hands everywhere: pinching her hairy armpits, twisting nipples till milk-white beads formed (wait, no milk, just sweat), fingers in her mouth as she moaned around them. “Faithful wife my foot,” Vikram laughed, face-fucking her while Rajesh railed her pussy. “You’re our cumdump now, madam.” Maya fought it— “I’ll… report you all! Umesh will— oh fuck, deeper!”—but her body surrendered, orgasms ripping through her like monsoons, squirting on the floor, tits swinging wild.They filled her dry—cum blasting down her throat (she swallowed, choking on pride), flooding her pussy till it overflowed in creamy rivulets, painting her ass a sticky white. No Abdul in sight—just the three inspectors, turning the pious milf into their personal slut, her arrogance melting into begs:
“More… don’t stop, you bastards… make me forget!” By the end, she was a wrecked heap on the cot, body marked anew—their bites overlapping Gouda’s, pussy a swollen, cum-soaked ruin, ass gaping, tits heaving with aftershocks.As they zipped up, smirking, Karan hit upload on the phone—videos beamed to a shady porn site, titled “Mumbai Politico’s Wife: From Complaint to Cumdump – Slut No. 98 Exposed.” It went viral in hours, Maya’s haughty face meme’d across WhatsApp groups. Rajesh patted her cheek. “Case solved, madam. Gouda’s crew? They’ll get pinched—anonymous tip from ‘friends.’ But you? You’re trending.” Maya lay there, spent, a ghost of her pride flickering. “You… monsters. Umesh…” But deep down, as the first notifications pinged, a twisted thrill stirred—the high-class slut awakening.And just like that, Mumbai’s faithful wife became the city’s dirtiest secret.