The morning sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vikram’s penthouse, painting golden streaks across the tangled sheets where Riya lay sprawled, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the night before. Her thighs ached, her pussy throbbed, and the faint scent of sex clung to the air—musky, intoxicating, a reminder of how thoroughly she’d been used. Beside her, Priya stirred, her slender fingers tracing lazy circles over Riya’s hip, while Vikram and Arjun lounged on the other side of the bed, their chiseled bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat, their cocks already half-hard again despite the hours of relentless fucking.