The train screamed past the dark stretches between stations, lights flickering like dying stars inside the compartment. Priya’s body had become a canvas of ruin—cum dried in crusty patches on her thighs, fresh streaks still leaking from her overused cunt around Rohan’s thick, half-hard cock. Her bare boobs heaved with every shaky breath, nipples raw and dark, covered in bite marks and drying spit. Hands still roamed lazily—groping, pinching, slapping her tits whenever the mood struck—but the initial frenzy had settled into a low, constant hum of use.

She was exhausted. Legs numb. Mind foggy. Yet her pussy kept fluttering weakly around him—addicted, needy, refusing to let go even after so many orgasms.