The bedroom was bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and Ranjeet's musky cologne. Priya stood before him, her body trembling not from fear, but from an overwhelming, almost painful anticipation. She was completely naked, her huge breasts still heaving, coated in a sticky, cooling layer of his thick, white cum.

Ranjeet was a statue of pure, predatory masculinity. His massive cock, thick as a forearm, stood proudly, still glistening with a mixture of his own pre cum and the remnants of her earlier service. It throbbed angrily, a living weapon pointed directly at her.