Priya woke up with sand still stuck to the soft skin of her inner thighs. The sheets of the cheap beach shack bed smelled like the ocean and the thick, sticky memory of last night. When she moved, a dull ache pulsed between her legs. Arjun’s cum had dried on her pussy lips and the soft fold of her ass. She pressed two fingers there and felt the leftover wetness. A small shiver ran through her.

She stayed in bed longer than usual. Every time she closed her eyes she saw his dark eyes, the way his thick dick had stretched her open, the wet sound of her own cunt taking him. She touched her clit slowly under the sheet. It was still swollen. One soft circle and her hips lifted. She did not let herself come. She wanted the ache to stay.