The train rattled into Mahalakshmi station with a violent shudder, doors sliding open to let in another swarm of desperate commuters. The crush intensified—bodies slamming, elbows jabbing, crotches grinding against anything soft. Priya was beyond exhaustion now; her legs trembled uncontrollably, held upright only by Rohan’s iron grip and the wall of strangers pressing from every side.

Rohan’s cock remained lodged deep inside her cum-soaked cunt—soft but thick enough to stay plugged, keeping the thick mixture of his two loads, her squirt, and the earlier piss from leaking out too fast. Every tiny sway of the train made the mess shift inside her, a constant wet reminder of how thoroughly she’d been used.