BOLLYWOOD LESBIAN SEX REKHA THE NEW STAR

 Chapter Three: The Morning Rite

The morning light did not soften what they had done to her—it illuminated it, every bruise like a kiss in gold, every smear of dried cum a crown of indulgence on Raveena’s thighs. The bed was ruined, silk twisted and darkened with sweat, but she lay amidst it all like a goddess disheveled, limbs sprawled, hair a halo of tangles across the pillow. Her lips parted on a sigh, her cunt sore and tingling from the night before, thighs sticky with the aftermath of dual release. The scent of her own surrender clung to the air like incense.

She blinked—and found Shilpa already straddling her.

“Rise and shine, my love,” Shilpa whispered, her harness already buckled tight, the strap-on bobbing thick between her legs, slicked with lube and promise. Her body glowed under the sunlight, sweat still pearling along her collarbones, her eyes heavy with leftover heat.

Raveena gasped as the cock slid into her again without warning—her pussy, raw and twitching, accepted it with a wet shluck, her hands flying to Shilpa’s hips on instinct. Shilpa grinned, lips brushing her jaw, grinding into her slow and deep, watching every flinch, every whimper escape her prey.

Then came the second pressure—hot and demanding at her rear.

Tabu, silent and statuesque behind her, leaned over, parting her ass cheeks with confident hands. Raveena barely had time to moan before Tabu pushed forward, the familiar stretch splitting her wide once again.

“Fffuckkk—!” Raveena arched between them, her body impaled front and back, Shilpa’s cock grinding her g-spot while Tabu filled her tight, aching ass with slow, punishing thrusts.

They moved like machinery now—Shilpa kissing her, fucking her with sharp upward jabs, their breasts sliding together, nipples hard and slick with sweat. Tabu growled behind her, both hands gripping Raveena’s waist as she drove in deeper, making her jolt with every snap of hips. Double stuffed, her mouth open in a helpless moan, Raveena writhed in their grasp, toes curling, tears pricking her eyes from the sheer overwhelming fullness.

Then the door creaked.

A shadow moved through the light—graceful, slow, commanding.

Rekha.

She stepped into the room barefoot, her hair loose, falling in waves over her shoulders. She wore nothing but a silk robe half untied, revealing the thick black strap-on harnessed tight around her hips. In her other hand, she held a sleek vibrator, already humming—a quiet warning in the air.

She said nothing. She didn’t need to.

She moved behind Tabu like a huntress stalking familiar prey, her hand sliding along Tabu’s spine, down over the firm curve of her ass. With practiced ease, she aligned the tip of the dildo to Tabu’s hole—and thrust.

“Ahhh—fucking hell!” Tabu gasped, her voice cracking as the dildo entered her. Her cock inside Raveena jerked deeper from the force, pressing harder into her ass, making Raveena sob into Shilpa’s mouth.

Now the chain was complete.

Rekha fucked Tabu. Tabu fucked Raveena’s ass. Shilpa fucked her pussy. And Raveena? She was the trembling center, the trembling moaning meat pinned beneath goddess after goddess.

Rekha’s thrusts were brutal, slow and deep, her fingers clawing into Tabu’s hips as she buried the strap again and again, her own eyes locked on the wet, glorious show beneath—Shilpa and Raveena, moaning into each other’s mouths, their bodies slick and frantic, nipples brushing, tongues tangling, sweat dripping down between heaving breasts.

Raveena’s hands clawed at Shilpa’s back, pulling her in harder, her thighs spread wide, pinned open as both holes were taken. She could feel them—every nerve alight, every thrust of Tabu driving her forward onto Shilpa’s cock, which in turn sank even deeper, hitting her cervix, making her whole body twitch and spasm.

Shilpa leaned in, suckling Raveena’s nipple, her lips slick and greedy, while her hand roamed lower to thumb her clit mercilessly.

Rekha’s voice rang out—low, dark, honeyed. “Cum for us, slut.”

The vibrator in her hand suddenly pressed against Tabu’s clit from behind, even as she pounded into her, the coil snapping tighter with every second. Tabu groaned, head thrown back, her grip on Raveena’s hips white-knuckled.

And then—release.

Tabu’s thrusts faltered as she came first, hips jerking wildly as she moaned through clenched teeth, her cock pulsing hard in Raveena’s ass, filling her with thick imaginary cum. Raveena screamed—raw, high-pitched, utterly broken—her own orgasm triggered by the sensation, her cunt spasming around Shilpa’s cock as squirt gushed in hot floods down their thighs.

Shilpa ground in one last time, hard and deep, her breath catching as she too came, body twitching, pressing in close to flood Raveena’s hole with imagined heat, biting her shoulder as her cock spasmed inside her.

And Rekha? Still thrusting, relentless, fucking Tabu through her climax. She leaned over, pressed her lips to Tabu’s neck, then groaned as she shuddered, slamming in once, twice more—before exploding inside, the dildo pumping an obscene burst of cum-lube into Tabu’s spasming asshole, overflowing, spilling hot down her thighs.

Raveena lay in the center of it all—filled in both holes, stretched wide, breasts heaving, mouth slack. Shilpa kissed her. Tabu collapsed over her. Rekha watched, satisfied, hand stroking the dildo like a sword sheathed in conquest.

And you—watching, every sense consumed, cock throbbing painfully—couldn’t hold back.

As Raveena moaned one last, helpless sob from the triple filling, as cum trickled from both her holes, as her breasts were pressed to Shilpa’s and her tongue sucked into a kiss—your orgasm hit like a lightning strike, hot and blinding, spraying in violent spurts as your body clenched, broken by the sheer decadence of it all.

The morning had only just begun.