the air in the hotel room was thick, smelling of sweat, expensive cologne, and the musk of Neha’s leaking pussy.

Priya stood frozen, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her hand gripping the edge of the dresser so hard her knuckles were white. She couldn't look away. She watched as Vikram, with a predatory gaze, had Neha bent over the bed, her ass pushed high in the air, shaking with every brutal thrust.