The afternoon light in the bedroom had turned heavy and gold, thick with heat and the smell of sex that no open window could clear. Ananya remained exactly as her father had left her after the last round — wrists bound tightly behind her back, thighs still marked by the rope, his cock buried deep inside her. Rajesh had already fucked her twice since morning. Each time he had added another heavy load to the thick accumulation already sealed within her. Between uses he simply stayed inside, sometimes half-hard, sometimes fully hard again, occasionally rolling his hips in slow, lazy circles so that she never once forgot the stretch or the weight of him.

Her cunt no longer tried to close around him.
It stayed soft, open, and wet, accepting every small movement as if it had forgotten any other purpose existed.