So finally, along with the shopkeeper (Basant), I had to my sister. My sister Pooja was a strange man in front of my eyes. But I was helpless.
Together they fucked their sister for hours. We were both tired of abandoning him. But because of that medicine, the fire of his freedom had not yet subsided. I dress her, but she tears her clothes and throws them away.
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