Morning light slipped through the thin curtains of the Shimla cottage. The fire from last night had died to soft grey ash. The room still smelled of sex, whiskey, sweat, and the sharp scent of pee that had dried on skin and rugs.

Arjun woke first. Neha’s warm body was pressed against his side. One of her bare legs was thrown over his hips. Her soft boobs rested against his chest. Her hand lay loosely on his dick, which was already half-hard from the heat of her body. Across the room Vikram and Meera were tangled on the other couch. Meera’s head rested on Vikram’s stomach. His dick lay soft against her cheek, still marked with dried cum from the night before.