The evening shadows stretched long across the marble floors of Sharma Haveli as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air inside the grand mansion still carried the faint, musky scent of sex from the afternoon’s forbidden encounter. Priya’s body ached in the most delicious way—her pussy still throbbed from the brutal pounding Rajesh had given her, and the taste of his thick cum lingered on her tongue.

Rajesh Sharma sat in the living room like a satisfied king, sipping his whiskey. His powerful frame relaxed against the cushions, but his dark eyes burned with fresh hunger. The memory of Priya’s tight, dripping cunt squeezing his cock had made him hard again within hours.