Ananya woke to the dull, sweet ache between her legs.

It was the first thing she noticed—the low, persistent throb that reminded her she had been properly fucked the night before. When she shifted, a faint soreness bloomed deeper inside, and the memory of Rohan’s thick cock stretching her open made her breath catch. She was still sticky. Meher’s fingers had cleaned some of it away, but not all. The evidence of what she had done lingered on her inner thighs.