Sophia woke with a violent start at 6:03 a.m. Sunlight sliced through the jali window in cruel golden bars across her naked body. The nightie she’d worn to Victor’s room lay crumpled on the floor like evidence. Between her thighs everything felt swollen, sticky, tender—her pussy lips puffy and sensitive, the insides still slick with layers of his dried cum. When she shifted, a fresh trickle slid out and soaked the bedsheet beneath her ass.

She pressed her palm between her legs instinctively, half to stop the leak, half because even the lightest pressure sent aftershocks rippling through her clit.