I was in the room, folding laundry and decorating the closet, but my mind is nowhere near there. My body still hums from the way Raghav took me earlier in the shower, his thick cock stretching my pussy until I screamed his name without a single ounce of shame.

Yash sleeps soundly behind me, completely unaware that his future wife now openly craves his son's rough hands and aggressive thrusts.  I clenched my thighs, still slick with Raghav's cum that I refused to wipe away. The memory of begging him to fuck me harder while water cascaded over us keeps replaying in my head.