Priya slipped out of the hotel suite just as the first gray light of dawn touched the city skyline. Her body ached in places she had forgotten could ache. Between her thighs she felt the slow warm trickle of Thakur’s seed still leaking from her swollen cunt. Every step made her inner walls clench around the emptiness he had left behind. She moved carefully down the corridor and into the lift, the torn salwar kameez hidden under a loose shawl she had borrowed from the suite’s closet. The receptionist barely glanced at her. Outside she hailed a cab and gave the address of the flat she shared with Pritam.

The ride home passed in a haze of sore muscles and lingering heat. She kept her legs pressed together and still felt him inside her. The memory of his thick cock stretching her open against the wall, then from behind, then folded almost in half on the bed, played over and over. She had screamed until her throat burned. She had begged him to fill her. Now the same body that had taken him so greedily had to walk back into the life of a dutiful wife and daughter in law.