Morning light filled the bedroom in the same dull gray wash as the days before.

Ananya woke to the slow, heavy thrust of her father’s cock already moving inside her. Rajesh was propped above her, fucking her in deep, unhurried strokes that stirred the thick accumulation left from the night. The wet, creamy sound of her overfull cunt taking him was soft but constant. Every thrust forced a little more cum out around his shaft; every return stroke pushed it back in. His hand rested on her lower belly, pressing down so he could feel the shape of himself moving through the mess he had sealed inside her.