Rani’s body was completely sore and used. Her pussy was stretched, red, and still leaking Mr. Gupta’s thick cum from the deep breeding the previous night. Her big boobs were dark red with rope marks and bite marks. Every time she moved in her small, dirty room, she felt the sticky wetness between her thighs and the burning pain on her skin. She felt like a cheap, broken slum whore whose body no longer belonged to her. But her body had become fully addicted to her landlord’s rough and filthy games.

The next day, Rani worked with fear and strange excitement. She cleaned the rooms, washed clothes in the common area, and cooked food. She wore a simple pink 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 will tie you up completely, Rani. You will become my no escape toy. Be ready to get used while your drunk husband sleeps nearby.”