Priya’s boobs were still burning from the tight ropes and hard slaps the previous night. Dark red marks were clearly visible on her soft skin. Every time she moved, she remembered how Karan had used her like a toy. Her pussy was sore, but it also felt strangely empty. She was slowly losing control over her own body.

That night, Rohan was working late on an important project. He told Priya he would be busy in his study room until very late. As soon as Rohan closed the door of the study, Karan sent Priya a message: