Their wild dance went on until with a loud roar, pinning her down with his hands, the Thakur, Yugraj Minal rammed into her brutally in one final thrust, flooding her waiting hole with his seed, and Jasmine's cunt squirted in response and she shook and thrashed and held on to him for dear life, screaming wordlessly, until they both collapsed on the bed again, satisfied and tired.

Jasmine spent the next day with a spring in her steps. The chham chham of her anklets as she hummed to herself and went about her chores was almost as bright as her smile.