
The landline kept ringing—sharp, insistent, the old-fashioned trill that cut through the humid quiet of the bedroom like a blade. Rajesh’s fingers remained buried inside Priya, two thick digits slowly curling against the sensitive front wall of her cunt even as the phone demanded attention. His cum and hers coated his knuckles; every small movement made a soft, wet sound.
“Leave it,” Priya whispered, hips shifting back against his hand. “Let it ring.”






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