The coastal highway stretched dark and empty ahead, the first fat drops of rain already smearing the windshield like tears. Priya drove with one hand on the wheel, the other pressed between her thighs—fingers idly circling her swollen clit through the thin, cum-soaked fabric of her ruined panties. Arjun’s seed had been leaking steadily since the warehouse; every bump in the road made fresh trickles slide down her inner thighs, pooling under her ass on the seat. The scent of sex filled the car—musky, primal, inescapable.

Arjun watched her from the passenger seat, eyes black and glittering in the dashboard glow. His cock was already hardening again, tenting his jeans. He reached over, shoved her hand aside, and replaced it with his own—two fingers sliding easily into her slick, overflowing pussy.