They walked back to the house in the late afternoon heat. Priya’s legs still felt weak. Dried cum pulled tight on her chin and the top of her chest. Every step made her bare pussy lips slide against each other under the short red dress. The wetness from earlier had turned sticky on her inner thighs.

Arjun did not speak much. His hand stayed on the back of her neck, fingers firm, guiding her like she already belonged to him. When they reached the wooden door, he pushed it open and locked it behind them.