Rajesh sat on the bed's edge, pulling Priya onto his lap in a rough lotus position her legs wrapped around his waist, facing him. The camera captured her bouncing tits and flushed face. 'Ab dekh camera mein kaise main tujhe chodta hoon, teri gandi video banegi,' he said, slapping her breast. Priya moaned, 'Haan, record me, Daddy! Mujhe dikhao kitni slut hoon main!'

He gripped her slim waist, lifting and slamming her down onto his cock, the position allowing deep penetration. His unshaven chin scratched her neck as he bit her shoulder. 'baith ja, jaise randi ki tarah,' he ordered degradingly. Priya rode him hard, her bigg ass grinding, big boobs pressed against his chest. 'Ahhh! Itna gehra ja raha hai, Daddy! Zor se!'

Rajesh spanked her ass from below, the slaps sharp and rhythmic. He sucked her nipples again, twisting them roughly, fueling his boob kink. 'Yeh choochiyan mere hain, absay roz chusunga,' he growled.

Priya's moans filled the room 'Mmm, yes! Suck harder, ahh!'

He spat on her bouncing boobs, rubbing it in degradingly. 'Randi ban ja, camera ke liye.' The roughness intensified; Rajesh thrust up, one hand choking her lightly. Priya came first, 'Oohh, Daddy!' Her pussy squeezed him, milking another load. Rajesh didn't pull out, breeding her again with deep grunts, cum overflowing as the video captured every thrust.

Finally, he tossed the phone aside, holding her close. 'Tu meri hai ab, Priya. Har roz record karunga teri chudai.' She nuzzled his stubble, spent but satisfied. 'Haan, Daddy, main teri personal slut hoon.'