At the last moment of curfew, Kriti rushed back to the Kapoor family.

Kriti walked up the stairs to the third floor, her legs were weak. Rishiv was too scary. It was fun at first, but it felt like stepping on cotton.

When she just walked around the corner, her feet softened and she fell forward.

Just when she thought she was going to fall flat on her face, her body hit a wall of flesh.

The scent of sandalwood came towards her.

Kriti looked up. The man in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses was not her brother, so who else could it be?

The man looked down at her, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to see through her.

She quickly stood up, lowered her head and walked aside.

Ahan glanced at her coldly, then took off his suit jacket and handed it to the maid beside him.

"Throw it away."

His voice was indifferent, like ice.

"Yes, Master."

The maid glanced at Kriti unhappily, as if scolding her for being blind and making Alan angry.

She seemed to have forgotten that Kriti was also a young lady of the Kapoor family.

But Kriti didn't care, she had long been accustomed to these people's disdain for their third room.

Kriti carried her bag back to her room.

Seeing that she was walking away, Alan glanced at kriti's back.

He had never taken this sister seriously, and he was dismissive of this daughter who has cause his aunt death. He still remember his aunt distress when she was pregnant with her, her cry...and how she kill his cat.

But today, for some reason, he actually felt that Kriti had a strange charm.

His chest was still filled with the soft touch when she pounced on him.

His sister's breasts were really big, comparable to the woman he saw in the private room tonight.

Late at night.

Ahan had just laid down and began to dream.

In the dream, he pulled a woman's hair and inserted heavily into the woman's vagina from behind. He rode on the woman like a trained horse.

His eyes were red, and he inserted into the woman's vagina more and more roughly.

The wet vagina was stretched to the maximum by his cock, and the originally pink hole became red and swollen under his rough play.

As he pulled out of the vagina, strands of blood flowed along his purple-black big cock.

"Randi, tune chodakar maar daalo!"

"Bitch, fuck you to death!"

He pinched the woman's plump and rosy ass and rammed forward roughly, with such fierce force that he seemed to want to squeeze the two testicles under his cock into it.

Bang bang bang——

The whole bed creaked under his rough movements, as if accusing him of violence.

Not enough, not enough.

The wet and soft vagina was like heaven, and he had never fucked such a beautiful vagina.

After fucking fiercely for an unknown period of time, Ahan finally relaxed his body and let the hot thick sperm spray into the woman's vagina.

At this moment, the woman suddenly turned around and showed her pale and thin face.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at him with the most ignorant eyes.

"Brother, is my pussy good to fuck?"

Kriti's face made Ahan's chest tremble.

He opened his eyes suddenly and found that he had a wet dream.

He felt a wetness under his body. He had a wet dream like a teenager.

That woman had such a big impact on him.

He told himself that it was probably because he was busy with government affairs and hadn't found a woman for too long.

It was just a woman, Ahan didn't take it seriously.

But what made him irritable was that the woman in the dream overlapped with Kriti's face.

It was as disgusting as eating a fly.

He walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette, ready to relieve the boredom in his chest.

As soon as he walked out, he saw a figure reflected in the curtains of the room opposite.