“Chaat, aunty,” he snarls, slapping her cheeks red, her gags gurgling, saliva and pre-cum drooling down her neck. XXX Hindi “Chal, maza dete hain,” he growls, and before she can protest, they shove her into a half-built room, the concrete floor cold against her feet. The fourth, a lean man with a scar on his chest, flips her onto her stomach, her ass up, trembling. The leader pulls out, straddles her chest, and shoves his cock between her tits, crushing them together with bruising force, the head smacking her chin, pre-cum smearing her neck. It’s late, the site abandoned except for five laborers—rough, muscular men in their 30s, their bodies hardened by work, their skin dark and slick with sweat.They’ve been eyeing her for weeks, catcalling as she passes by with groceries, and tonight, she doesn’t walk away. Her hair is a semen-soaked nest, her dusky skin bruised purple and black, scratched raw, smeared with grime. The bearded one, the leader, grabs her arm, his grip bruising. The fourth, a lean man with a scar on his chest, flips her onto her stomach, her ass up, trembling. Her nipples bleed, her lips swell, her eyes glaze over. The bearded one, the leader, grabs her arm, his grip bruising.
