pati patni wala bf

Bf doesn't mind cheating on GF with a strangerI walked into the room, my eyes scanning the space for any sign of trouble. But all I saw was Ria, her beautiful face twisted in pleasure as she rode some guy's cock like a pro. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wondering what kind of pati this guy was to get such treatment. As I approached, the guy looked up and caught my eye. He gave me a smirk, clearly thinking he'd just won some kind of prize for getting to be with Ria. But little did he know, she was still technically my patni, and I wasn't about to let him have all the fun. I cleared my throat, trying to get their attention. "Hey, can we talk?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light. But Ria just kept on wanking, her eyes closed in bliss as she rode that cock like it was a magic wand. The guy looked up at me, his face a picture of innocence. "What's up, man?" he asked, clearly not getting the hint. I took a deep breath and tried again. "Listen, buddy, you're being a bit too pati for my taste." He raised an eyebrow, confused. "Pati? What do you mean?" I leaned in, trying to keep my voice low. "You know exactly what I mean. You're being too much of a boyfriend, and it's starting to get on my nerves." He looked taken aback, but Ria just kept on going, her ass bouncing up and down as she jerked off that cock. I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at the sight. Who was this guy, anyway? And why did he think he could just waltz in here and start getting blown by my patni? The guy looked up at me, his face a picture of confusion. "Dude, I don't get it. What's going on?" I took another deep breath, trying to keep my cool. "Listen, buddy, you're being too much of a wala boyfriend. You need to back off and let me handle things." He looked at Ria, who was still riding that cock like it was a magic wand. And then he looked back at me, his face a picture of understanding. "Oh, I get it," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're the pati, and I'm just the wala boyfriend." I felt my anger spike at the sight. Who did this guy think he was? And why did Ria seem to be enjoying herself so much? But before I could say anything else, Ria suddenly stopped moving, her eyes snapping open as she looked up at me with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "Oh, sorry about that," she said, her voice dripping with shame. I just shook my head, trying to keep my cool. "It's fine," I said, trying to sound calm. But inside, I was seething with rage. Who did this guy think he was, anyway? And why did Ria seem to be enjoying herself so much? As we left the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at the sight. Who was this pati-patni wala bf, and what kind of anal sex was going on here?