The train pulled out of Marine Lines with a violent jerk, bodies slamming together like dominoes. Priya’s legs were still trembling from that first tiny orgasm—the one that had her pussy spasming around just the fat head of Rohan’s cock. Now he was out of her completely, but his thick shaft rested hot and slick against the back of her thigh, painting sticky pre-cum trails on her salwar.

She could barely breathe. Her left nipple was still out, dark and swollen, glistening from some stranger’s saliva. The kameez had ridden up in front; the bra cup dangled uselessly below one heavy boob. Every time the train rocked, her tit bounced free, nipple scraping against rough cotton or someone’s rough palm.