The train plunged into the tunnel before Andheri, plunging the compartment into stuttering darkness broken only by the flashing lights from outside and the dim emergency bulbs overhead. In the half-shadows, Priya’s body looked even more obscene—skin glistening with layers of sweat, cum, spit, and dried piss; her bare boobs heaving with every ragged breath; thighs slick and streaked white; asshole still slightly gaping from the brutal tease of Rohan’s cock head earlier, winking open and closed with every clench.

Rohan hadn’t let her rest. His cock—thick again, veined and angry—stayed buried deep in her cunt, but now he was fucking her with purpose. Slow, punishing strokes that bottomed out every time, the fat head kissing her cervix hard enough to make her yelp into his shoulder.