The rest of the car journey stretched like sweet torture. The pilots had caught the unmistakable musky scent of sex in the air and asked about it. Pradeep smoothly lied about spilled orange juice, his voice calm while his cock still throbbed from being buried inside Rohini’s tight, dripping cunt just minutes earlier. Rohini shot him a mortified glare, her cheeks burning crimson.

With Vikram asleep and Ravi focused on driving, Pradeep shifted closer in the dark backseat. Using his brother’s phone as cover, he showed random pictures while his left hand slipped between Rohini’s thighs. He rubbed her soaked pussy over her leggings with slow, firm strokes, feeling the heat and wetness seeping through the fabric. Her sharp thighs clamped around his hand, trapping it against her throbbing clit for nearly fifteen minutes. The scent of her fresh arousal on his fingers drove him insane.