The train screamed into Charni Road station like it was angry at the world. Doors hissed open. A brutal wave of new bodies crashed in—office workers, street vendors, college boys, everyone soaked in sweat and desperation. The compartment compressed even tighter. Priya felt like she was drowning in flesh.

Rohan’s cock was still buried to the hilt inside her dripping cunt. He hadn’t pulled out once since that first full thrust. Every tiny shift of the crowd forced him deeper, grinding the thick head against her cervix. Her pussy walls fluttered around him non-stop—aftershocks from the last orgasm still rippling through her.