Maya gasped softly, shocked at the bold feel of his lund thick, hard, and insistent through the layers. Her chut clenched involuntarily, a rush of wetness soaking her panties. ‘Jiju… yeh kya kar rahe ho?’ she whispered back, but there was no real protest, only a thrill that made her grind down ever so slightly. (Jiju… what are you doing?)

Priya stirred beside them, mumbling something about the tiring pheras, but settled back into sleep. The car hit the first pothole, jolting everyone, and Maya used the motion to press harder, feeling his lund pulse against her.