The village was shrouded in darkness that sweltering summer night, the power outage leaving the small house in complete blackout. Raj, the husband, had been away for weeks, chasing some job in the city, leaving his young wife, Priya, alone with her sasur, Ram Prasad. Ram was a sturdy man in his late forties, his body honed from years of farm work—broad shoulders, thick arms, and a chest that strained against his kurta. Priya, at 25, was a vision of desi allure: curvy hips that swayed when she walked, massive breasts that jiggled with every step, and a plump ass that filled out her saree perfectly. Ram had caught himself staring too many times, his cock hardening as he imagined burying himself in her soft flesh. He knew his son was useless in bed—Raju barely touched her, leaving Priya frustrated and aching. Ram had jerked off countless nights, stroking his thick shaft to thoughts of her moans, vowing to satisfy her one day.
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