The living room hummed with matriarchal authority as Priya lounged in tailored pants, her sharp eyes fixed on her feminized cousin Raj. He stood awkwardly in a shimmering red saree that clung to his frame, the sexy bra straps peeking out and the matching panty outline visible beneath the sheer fabric. The family rule was ironclad: no pants for men, only these humiliating outfits. "Raj, darling, that saree makes your ass look positively inviting," Priya quipped with a wicked grin. "Why fight it? We all know you'd rather drip in lace than pretend at manhood." Raj shifted, cheeks burning with shame, weakly tugging at the fabric. "This is ridiculous, Priya. I don't want to sit on your lap like some toy. The whole family's watching—it's degrading!" His voice cracked, resistance feeble as she pulled him down effortlessly onto her strong thighs. "Oh, please," she laughed, witty and unyielding. "Your cock's already hard under that panty, isn't it? Feel how wet my pussy gets just from your squirming. Stop struggling—it's pathetic and cute." The others chuckled as she hiked up his saree, exposing him. Raj panted, sweating under the spotlight of humiliation, but his body betrayed him, growing hornier. Priya's hand slipped lower, stroking his hardening cock through the silk. "Mmm, look at this dripping mess. Maybe a blowjob would shut you up? Or should I peg that tight ass right here at our little party?" She produced a strapon with a smirk, pressing it against him. "No... not in front of everyone," Raj whimpered weakly, but she pinned him, strong and dominant. "Too late, pretty boy. Time to ride." She thrust in, making him gasp and cum hard as the family cheered, their mixed wrestling energy turning carnal. Panting and dripping, Raj surrendered to the explosive rhythm, Priya's witty taunts pushing them both over the edge.
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