The rain outside got heavier now. It drummed on the window like it wanted to come inside too. The small PG room felt smaller, hotter. The fan above turned slow, moving the thick air but not cooling anything. The lamp on the side table gave soft yellow light. Shadows danced on the walls from their bodies moving.

Riya, Priya, and Vikram were still on the bed. Their breathing was slow now, but heavy. Sweat made their skin shine. Tank tops stuck to their chests. Shorts were dark and wet between their legs. Vikram’s cock was still half-hard, shiny from Priya’s pussy and his own cum. A little white drop leaked from the tip and ran down his shaft.🥵🥵