We were both lying naked on the bed, my body still tingling from the wild fucking I’d just had. My pussy was sore, leaking a mix of blood and cum, but I was lost in a strange mix of pain and pleasure. About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. Sohel wrapped his lungi around his waist and went downstairs to get the food. I stayed there, stark naked, sprawled on the bed, my body heavy with exhaustion but buzzing with heat. When Sohel came back, he had mutton bhuna, rumali roti, and four gulab jamuns.

We sat on the bed and ate. I reached for the water bottle, but Sohel smirked and said, “No water today, you slut. You’ll only drink my cock’s juice tonight.” His words sent a jolt through my pussy. I got on my knees, grabbed his thick cock, and started sucking it like a lollipop. “Mmm… gluck… gluck…” I licked his tip, swirling my tongue around it, while he held my head and fucked my mouth hard.