(26M) Anna’s good Tamil girl learns who really owns that tight little pussy

Midnight in our quiet Indian flat, everyone asleep. You slip into the living room in that flimsy cotton nightie, no panties because Sir said so. I’m on the sofa in just shorts, waiting. One look and you’re over my lap, nightie flipped up, soft ass bare under the tubelight. Five hard spanks (you count each one in a shaky whisper). By the fifth, you’re dripping down my thigh. I drag you to the dining table where we eat with family every day, bend you over the cool teakwood, kick your legs wide. I slide in raw, deep, owning you while the pressure cooker hisses like it knows. “Such a good little girl for mummy… now look at you, getting turned on by your own brother.”