Night had fully settled over the apartment.

Ananya remained on her back in her father’s bed, legs open, his cock still buried inside her after the final use of the day. Rajesh had not pulled out. He lay heavily on top of her, breathing slow and even, one hand resting on the side of her throat in a loose, possessive hold. Inside her she could feel the thick, heavy accumulation of everything he had left in her since morning — so much that even the seal of his cock could not keep it all contained. A slow, constant leak escaped around his shaft and ran down over her ass onto the already ruined sheets.