The car kept bouncing long after Thakur had finished flooding her. Priya stayed seated on his lap for the final stretch of broken road, his softening cock still nestled inside her cum-filled cunt, every remaining pothole working the thick shaft in and out of her in short wet strokes. She could feel the heavy load he had left shifting deeper with each jolt. When the car finally smoothed out near the station outskirts he lifted her off him. A thick rush of white seed followed, sliding down both thighs and soaking the petticoat and the lower folds of her green saree.
He rearranged her clothing with calm hands, wiped himself on the inner pallu, and tucked his dhoti closed. Priya sat beside him in silence, thighs pressed together, feeling the continuous slow leak. The driver pulled up at the railway entrance. Thakur stepped out first. Priya followed on unsteady legs. He walked her only as far as the platform gate, then turned, looked her straight in the eye, and spoke one last time under the noise of the crowd.
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