Vanshit lay there on the bed, his chest heaving from the marathon fuck session, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their mixed fluids. Inaya was curled beside him, her body bruised and spent, pussy sore and leaking cum onto the sheets. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and her innocence lost. He turned to her, a possessive grin on his face, tracing a finger along her swollen nipple.

'Aaj se tu meri personal kutiya hai, samjhi?' he growled, pinching the bud hard enough to make her wince. 'Kal se tu randi ki tarah nighty pehnegi—woh transparent wali, jisme tere chuche aur gaand dikhte rahein. Aur sir, mere laude pe baith ke padhegi. Har sawal ka jawab dete hue, mera lund teri chut mein ghusa rahega.'