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Outside, Mani came again, harder this time. A choked groan escaped him as his jism splattered across the dusty ground. He leaned his head against the pillar, panting.

He's spent, Saroja thought with satisfaction. But I'm not done with her yet.

Inside, Saroja pulled the strap-on free—slowly, letting Chithra's stretched cunt gape for a moment—then climbed up to straddle the girl's face.

"Your turn," Saroja said, lowering herself onto Chithra's mouth. "Keep the window down. Let him watch you eat me while you recover."

Let him see how obedient you are. How quickly you learned to serve.

The window slid down with a hummm.

Chithra's tongue slid out, obedient. Her swollen lips found Saroja's folds, her tongue lapping along the slit, tasting the wet musk of her. Saroja's hips rolled, grinding down, smearing her wetness across Chithra's face.

That's it. Clean me. Worship me. Show me you're grateful for what I've given you tonight.



Outside, Mani's cock twitched back to life at the sight. He stepped out from behind the pillar, no longer hiding.

"Fuck, she's really going at it," he murmured. "Look at her licking like she's starving."

She is starving, Saroja thought. She's starving for corruption. And I'm going to feed her until she's full.

Saroja glanced down at Chithra's flushed face, then out at the stranger. A wicked smile curved her lips.

Let's see how far she'll go. Let's see if tonight is the night she becomes truly, completely lost.

She lifted herself just enough for Chithra to breathe. Strings of saliva and arousal stretched between her pussy and Chithra's lips, breaking with a wet snap.

"Hear that?" Saroja asked, voice low. "He wants to feel your tongue too. Maybe you should give him a taste."

Yes. Let the stranger in. Let him complete what I've started.

Chithra's eyes flicked toward the thick cock hovering inches from the open window. Her lips were wet, her chin slick with Saroja's juices.

Saroja shifted off her face, settling beside her. She reached down and spread Chithra's legs wide.

Every inch of her is exposed now. Every secret. Every hidden desire.

"Your choice," she murmured, fingers tracing lazy circles over Chithra's clit. "You can stay right here and let me keep using you. Or you can lean out that window and wrap those pretty lips around his cock."

Choose. Saroja thought. Choose the stranger. Choose the filthy, anonymous cock outside this window. Choose what Muthu will never know about. Choose to become the woman I've been shaping you into all night.

Chithra's gaze lingered on the stranger's shaft.

Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips.

"I…" Her voice was barely a whisper. "I -------------- (to be continued)