I woke up the next morning with my body still aching from the night before. My thighs were sore, my pussy still tender from Kabir's rough use, and my mind replayed every filthy moment in my parents' house.

The memory of him fucking my pregnant bhabhi's mouth while she slept made my clit throb even now. I lay in my old bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the dried cum between my legs and the bite marks on my breasts.