The shirt was the only thing she wore under her loose kurti.

Ananya stood in front of the small mirror while Rajesh watched from the doorway. The soft cotton of the oversized shirt he had given her stopped high on her thighs. Beneath the kurti it was invisible, but every time she shifted she felt the warm, thick slide of his cum moving inside her. Two heavy loads from the morning already coated her walls and leaked slowly toward her entrance with every step.