The train barreled toward Jogeshwari, the compartment lights flickering like they were struggling to keep up with the depravity unfolding inside. Priya’s body was a wreck—cum crusted on her thighs in flaky white patches, fresh leaks still seeping from her swollen pussy around Rohan’s thick, re-hardened cock. Her bare boobs swayed heavily with every jolt, nipples dark and puffy, covered in fresh bite marks from the latest round of anonymous mouths. Her asshole still twitched from earlier fingering—slightly gaped, slick with leaked cum and spit, aching in a way that made her clench every time the train rocked.

Rohan hadn’t pulled out once in the last few stations. He kept her impaled, rocking slow and deep, stirring the endless mess inside her cunt while his hands roamed possessively—cupping her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly every few minutes just to feel the cool air kiss her exposed hole.