The headlights swept across cracked concrete and rusted chain-link as Priya turned off the main highway onto a forgotten industrial access road. The city lights had long faded behind them; only the moon and the weak yellow glow of distant sodium lamps remained. Arjun had been silent for the last twenty minutes, his hand still resting high on her thigh, thumb occasionally brushing the sticky inner seam where his cum continued to leak slowly from her well-fucked pussy. Every small movement of the car made her clit throb against the leather seat.

“Stop here,” he said abruptly, voice low and thick with dark hunger.