"chal saali... Kutiya ban Jaa... Saali kutiya..." He half panted, half growled in her ear. His cock seemed to be quivering in her hand and smiling, Jasmine licked her lips, savouring the warmth on her cheek where he had slapped her. Tasting her own juices Meares on her lips and face.

"jo aagya maalik..." She whispered, her voice as sultry as the summer heat, and pulled away from Thakur Yugraj. Her anklets, her bangles, her earrings, the ring in her navel with a single bell, all clinked and jiggled as she withdrew and got on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, her anklets in her feet dangled, freely as she looked up at Thakur Yugraj through the curtain of her hair.