The car rolled slowly out of the narrow lane, headlights cutting through the dark Jaipur night. Priya kept one hand loose on the wheel, the other resting high on my thigh — fingers brushing the base of my still-hard cock every few seconds like she was reminding me who owned it now.

She had already tossed her white top and black bra into the back seat. Her heavy tits were completely bare, swaying gently with every small bump in the road. The dashboard glow painted her dark skin in soft blue and orange. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, legs slightly parted so I could see the slick shine between her thighs. The seat beneath her was already damp.