Virat’s heavy body remained seated on Ishani’s plump ass, his thick, rock-hard cock grinding slowly and deliberately against the thin fabric of her palazzo, right between her ass cheeks. The heat radiating from his erection was obscene, making her feel every throbbing inch even through the cloth.

He kept his fist tightly wrapped in her damp, messy hair, pushing her face deeper into the pillow that was still soaked with the combined smell of their sweat, her tears, and last night’s passion. Ishani’s muffled whimpers vibrated against the fabric.