The train howled out of Mumbai Central like a beast finally breaking free. The compartment was a furnace now—bodies packed so tight breathing felt like stealing air from the next person. Priya’s world had narrowed to three things: Rohan’s thick cock still half-hard and lodged deep inside her cum-filled pussy, the endless mouths and hands mauling her spit-shiny boobs, and the sharp, burning pressure building low in her belly.

She hadn’t peed since leaving the office at 6 p.m. Eight stations ago. Coffee, water, the nervous bladder she always got in crowds—everything had been held back. Now, with Rohan’s shaft plugging her like a cork and his last load of hot cum sloshing inside, the urge hit like a punch.