“Nobody cares about the crap that happens to the little people.”, she thought as her body thrust forward towards the headboard of her man’s bed, lines of sweat dripping down her pristine pale skin, the smell of coconut oil on her hair penetrating her nostrils mixed the smell of sweat and sex.
“Brahmins are the purest form of people on earth, enjoying our just reward in this life thanks to the goodness of our souls from the previous life.”, her father’s shaky old voice echoed in her head as she felt a wiry, rough and calloused hand grab a handful of her soft ass cheek painfully when her man’s cock thrust deep into her opening, making her bite down her moan and whimper is both pleasure and disgust.
“And the shudras do not have a place at the feet of Brahma where our souls will live on in peace for all eternity.”, more of her father’s words echoed inside her head, meaninglessly. “I never get tired of Brahmin sluts like you.”, she heard the man growl next to her ear, his lean and hard body pressing on top of her back, pushing her down onto the bed sheets as his pace quickened, making his member hit her cervix painfully even as she silently protested, mouth open with gasps escaping her involuntarily.