The next night the village was quiet. Most people had gone home after the evening aarti. Behind Digvijay’s baithak the shadows were thick under the neem trees. Maya came exactly as he had ordered—loose odhni, almost nothing underneath. The thin fabric clung to her heavy chuchiyan and the full curve of her gaand, the cool night air making her nipples already hard.

He was waiting, leaning against the wall like a dark mountain. The moment she stepped close he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the deeper dark.

“Aa gayi,” he said, voice low and rough. “Achhi ladki. Ab dikha… kya leke aayi hai daddy ke liye.”

Maya’s breath was already fast. She looked up at him, eyes shining with pure hunger.

“Daddy… main bilkul taiyar hoon. Meri ye badi badi chuchiyan aapke liye tight ho rahi hain. Meri chut toh subah se gili hai… bas aapka haath chahiye.”

Digvijay’s thick fingers went straight to the knot of her blouse. One hard tug and the cloth fell open. Her huge soft chuchiyan spilled out, heavy and fair, dark nipples already stiff. He stared for a second, then growled.

“Madarchod itni badi… itni soft. Saari raat inhe choosne ka mann kar raha tha.”

He bent down and took one full chuchi into his mouth. His tongue was hot and rough. He sucked hard, pulling the nipple deep, teeth grazing just enough to make her jolt.

“Ahh… daddy… ahhh…”

Maya’s hands flew to his hair, holding him there. He sucked louder, wet sounds filling the quiet night, then switched to the other chuchi, biting the soft underside before latching on again.

“Umm… ohh daddy… itna zor se… ahhh haan…”

He kept one big hand under the heavy weight of her chuchi, squeezing and lifting it so he could suck deeper. The other hand slid down her stomach and under the loose fabric of her lehenga. No panty. His thick fingers found her already soaked folds.

“Itni gili… saali. Subah se is chut mein paani bhar ke rakha hai kya?”

Maya pushed her hips forward, voice breathy and filthy.

“Haan daddy… aapke liye. Meri chut aapko mang rahi thi. Andar daalo… ungliyan andar daalo… please…”

He didn’t make her wait. Two thick fingers pushed straight into her tight virgin chut. She was dripping, but still so snug that he had to work them in slow. He curled them upward and started fucking them in and out while his mouth stayed locked on her swollen nipple.

“Ahh… uhh… daddy… ahhh itna mota… meri chut phaad doge… ohh haan…”

Digvijay lifted his head just enough to speak against her wet chuchi, spit shining on the soft skin.

“Teri chut itni tight hai… jaise koi mard ne kabhi nahi chhua. Ab daddy ki ungliyan kha rahi hai. Bol, kaisi lag rahi hai?”

Maya’s thighs were shaking. She rolled her hips, fucking herself harder on his fingers.

“Bahut mazaa aa raha hai daddy… ahhh… meri chut aapki ungliyon pe nach rahi hai. Aur andar… aur gehra… please… meri chut ko phad do…”

He added a third finger, stretching her open, thumb rubbing circles over her swollen clit while he sucked her other chuchi hard enough to leave marks.

“Ugh… ahh daddy… yess… ohh fuck… aapki ungliyan itni gehri… meri chut se paani nikal raha hai…”

Dirty words kept pouring from both of them between wet sucking sounds and the slick noise of his fingers pounding her open.

“Saali randi ki tarah geeli ho rahi hai,” he growled against her tit. “Daddy ki ungliyan kha ke aur gili ho ja. Kal raat main is chut mein apna mota lund ghusane wala hoon… abhi sirf ungliyon se tujhe paagal bana raha hoon.”

Maya’s head fell back, moaning freely now.

“Ahh… umm… haan daddy… aapka lund chahiye… lekin abhi aapki ungliyan… ohh… ahhh… meri chut ko chodte raho… main aapki hoon… sirf aapki…”

He sucked harder, fingers moving faster, curling and spreading inside her virgin heat until her legs started to buckle. Maya clung to his shoulders, pushing her huge chuchiyan deeper into his mouth and grinding her dripping chut on his hand like she never wanted it to stop.

“Daddy… ahhh… main… main aane wali hoon… aapki ungliyon pe… ughh… haan… aise hi…”

Digvijay’s voice was pure filth against her wet skin.

“Nikal… meri ungliyon pe nikal. Apni chut ka paani daddy ke haath pe gira. Bol ke nikal.”

Maya’s whole body locked up.

“Ahhh… daddy… ahhh fuck… main nikal rahi hoon… aapki… aapki chut… ughh… ahhh…”

Her juices flooded his fingers as she came hard, thighs trembling, soft cries spilling into the dark. He kept sucking her swollen chuchiyan and working her through it, slow and deep, until she was shaking and gasping against his chest.

When he finally pulled his fingers out they were shining. He held them up in front of her face.

“Chaat.”

Maya leaned forward without hesitation, tongue out, and licked her own wetness off his thick fingers while looking straight into his eyes.

“Mmm… daddy… meri chut ka swaad… aapke liye.”

Digvijay’s cock was a hard thick ridge against her soft stomach. He squeezed one heavy chuchi one last time and spoke low.

“Kal raat yahi aana. Is baar main sirf ungliyan nahi daalne wala. Teri is tight chut ko apne lund se phaadunga. Aur tu sirf ‘daddy’ bolegi jab main andar tak ghusunga. Clear?”

Maya’s voice was still shaky, but full of dirty hunger.

“Haan daddy… kal raat aap meri chut tod dena. Main taiyar hoon. Meri ye badi chuchiyan, meri gili chut… sab aapka hai.”

He kissed her hard, tasting her on her own tongue, then sent her home with marks on her chuchiyan and a dripping, freshly fingered chut that already missed him.