The sun was high when the four of them finally left the bedroom. The sheets were a mess of dried cum, spit, and faint yellow stains. The air in the cottage was heavy with the smell of sex that never really faded.
No one reached for real clothes. Neha pulled on the same open shirt, her full boobs bare underneath. Meera wore only Vikramβs shirt, unbuttoned low. Arjun and Vikram stayed in track pants that did little to hide the soft weight of their dicks.



















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