Rani could not sleep the whole night. Her pussy was still sore and stretched from Mr. Gupta’s thick dick. Thick cum was still leaking from her hole and wetting her thighs. Her big boobs were red and burning with slap marks and bite marks. Every time she moved in her small, dirty bed, she remembered how roughly her landlord had fucked her on the floor while her drunk husband slept nearby. She felt deep shame for becoming a cheap slum whore, but her body was starting to crave Mr. Gupta’s hard touch and filthy games more than anything.

The next day, Rani worked with fear and strange excitement in her heart. She cleaned the rooms, washed clothes in the common area, and cooked food. She wore a simple yellow saree with a tight blouse. Her big boobs looked heavy and her deep cleavage was visible. Mr. Gupta kept watching her the whole day with dark, hungry eyes. Whenever no one was around, he touched her ass or squeezed her boobs quickly and whispered, “Tonight I want your pee, Rani. Be ready to piss on my thick dick like a dirty slum slut.”