The cheap lodge room felt smaller now—air thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of dried cum. Sunlight had fully invaded through the thin curtain, turning the sheets golden and exposing every mark we’d left on each other: bite marks on her heavy tits, red handprints on her thick ass, faint bruises blooming on her hips where my fingers had gripped too hard.

Priya lay beside me—naked, legs tangled with mine, one arm draped possessively across my chest. Her dark skin glistened. Her breathing was slow, satisfied, but her fingers were already tracing lazy circles around my nipple, drifting lower toward my cock.