Uncle Sanjay pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and Uncle Rakesh took his place. "My turn," he said, his voice a low growl as he pushed into her, filling her to the brim. The champagne bottle was forgotten now, discarded on the floor as each man took his turn, using her as they saw fit. They talked about her as if she weren't even there, discussing her body as if it was a piece of meat they had bought at the market. "Look at those tits," one cousin said, squeezing them roughly, "perfect for a good fucking."

"And that ass," another added, smacking it hard, making her yelp into the pillow, "so tight and begging to be fucked."