I lay in bed next to Yash again, the room quiet except for his steady breathing. My body still hummed from the last time Raghav had used me. I could feel the ghost of his cock sliding between my lips, the way it had stretched my throat until I gagged and drooled.

Even now my pussy clenched at the memory. I slipped my hand down and rubbed my clit in slow circles, trying to ease the constant ache. My fingers slid easily through my wetness. I bit my lip to stay silent while I pictured Raghav’s thick shaft rubbing across my face again.