Priya did exactly as she had been told.

She climbed the stairs on legs that still trembled from the orgasm he had forced out of her against the kitchen wall. In her room she stripped the thin white kameez and salwar off and let them fall to the floor. Naked, she lay back on the charpoy, spread her thighs wide, and closed her eyes. The morning air moved softly through the open shutters, warm already, carrying the distant scent of the desert. Between her legs she was soaked—her own come mixed with the remnants of what he had left inside her at dawn. A slow trickle ran down from her open cunt and pooled against her ass on the sheet.