Anjali woke up on Tuesday morning with a deep, settled heaviness in every part of her body. The first full day with the seven men from Chennai had left her thoroughly used. Both her holes carried a constant, low throb that no longer felt foreign. She lay still on the narrow bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling fan as it turned slowly above her, before finally pushing herself up.

In the bathroom mirror her reflection looked soft and marked. Fresh fingerprints and faint bite marks covered her heavy breasts. Her nipples looked slightly darker and more sensitive. When she spread her legs and examined herself carefully, both her pussy and asshole remained puffy and tender to the touch. She ran a fingertip lightly along her slit and felt a quiet pulse of heat answer her.