Priya woke up the next morning with a dull ache between her legs and dried cum stains on her inner thighs. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw herself bent over the conference table, spit-roasted by Arjun and Rahul, or riding Vikram’s thick cock like a desperate slut. Her pussy throbbed at the memory.

She stood in front of the mirror in her new apartment. Her nipples were still slightly swollen from yesterday’s rough treatment. There were faint bruises on her hips where Vikram had gripped her too hard. She touched them gently, biting her lip as a fresh wave of shameful arousal hit her.