I wake up tangled in sheets that still smell like Raghav's cum from last night. Yash is already gone for work, his side of the bed cold. Kavya's voice drifts from downstairs, asking Raghav if he wants breakfast.
I smile, stretching my sore body. Every muscle aches from the hours we spent fucking after Yash passed out. My pussy feels tender, well-used, and I love it.
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