The seventh day in the lonely hill cottage began with heavy clouds again. The weather was turning stormy once more, as if the sky itself wanted to hide their sins. Meera woke up with Raj’s thick dick resting between her soft thighs. Her pussy was still sticky from last night’s cum. Her big boobs felt heavy and sensitive after so many hours of sucking and slapping.

She no longer felt guilt like before. A deep, dark hunger had taken over. She gently rubbed her wet pussy against his dick and whispered, “Beta… Maa’s body is aching for you again.”