The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. It was around 8 AM, and the air still carried the faint, musky scent of last night's forbidden passion. Amaya stirred slightly, her body aching in the most deliciously painful ways—her pussy sore from Anit's relentless pounding, stretched and filled with his cum that had leaked out slowly during the night. She lay there between her mother and stepfather, the same quilt draped over all three, hiding the sins beneath. Sunita was on her left, still deep in slumber, while Anit pressed against her right side, his arm possessively slung over her tiny waist.