Ananya woke to the feeling of being completely full.

Rajendra’s cock was still buried inside her—thick, heavy, and warm even in sleep. She lay on her side with her back pressed to his chest, one of his arms locked firmly around her waist, the other under her head like a pillow. His breath moved slow and even against the back of her neck. Between her legs she was soft, open, and continuously leaking. The many loads he had left in her through the night had mixed into a thick, creamy mess that seeped out around his shaft whenever either of them shifted even slightly. The sheet beneath them was cold and stiff with dried cum in a wide dark patch. Fresh wetness continued to trickle down over her clit and toward the mattress in slow, warm strands.