Ananya remained seated on Rajendra’s lap, completely impaled, for a long time.

The thick cock buried inside her felt permanent. Every small breath she took made her inner walls flutter around the heavy shaft. Every faint shift of his body sent another slow, warm pulse of combined cum leaking out around the base, running down over his balls in sticky white trails and soaking further into the fabric of his pyjamas. The wetness was constant. She could feel it gathering, sliding, dripping. Her thighs ached from the continuous stretch of straddling him. Her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat, swollen and exposed where it pressed against the base of his cock. Cool air from the air-conditioner moved across her bare breasts and the damp skin of her stomach, tightening her nipples into hard, aching points that brushed against nothing and still felt too sensitive.