Priya stood frozen in the narrow doorway of the storeroom, her thin nightie clinging to her sweat-slicked body like a second skin. Thick globs of Rajesh’s warm cum still decorated her pretty face — one streak running from her cheek down to the corner of her mouth, another drying on her chin, and several heavy drops had landed on the upper swell of her heavy breasts, slowly trickling down toward her dark, stiff nipples. The salty, musky scent of his seed filled her nostrils with every breath. Between her trembling thighs, her freshly fucked pussy continued to leak a messy mixture of her own creamy juices and the remnants of his thick load that had dripped out after he pulled out.

Meena stood barely ten feet away in the dimly lit kitchen, holding a glass of water. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the maid’s disheveled state — flushed cheeks, messy hair, swollen lips, and the unmistakable glistening wetness on Priya’s inner thighs that shone even in the low light.