The temple room glowed with flickering lamps as I, 20-year-old Priya with my full breasts heavy and dripping milk, performed the Aarti for my Thakurda. He watched from the shadows, his 80-year-old frame still commanding. "Priya, your hands tremble like the flames—nervous, or eager for something more?" he quipped, stepping closer with a sly grin. I turned, arching my back to make my curves prominent, and shot back, "Thakurda, at your age, you should be praying for mercy, not plotting to corrupt your granddaughter. But if you're horny enough to try, prove it." The air thickened with tension as he pulled me close, his hands cupping my leaking breasts. "Witty girl, but your wet pussy tells the truth—dripping already." Panting, I dropped to my knees for a teasing blowjob, sucking his surprisingly hard cock while milk trickled down my chest. He groaned, lifting me onto the altar where he thrust into my tight pussy, our bodies sweating and grinding in rhythm. I rode him fiercely, strong and unyielding, my ass slapping against him as we both came hard, his cum filling me while I squirted milk across his chest. We collapsed, panting and laughing. "This is just the beginning of our temple sins," he whispered, hinting at deeper worship ahead.
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