The alley’s shadows stretched longer as the last rays of sun gilded the twins’ sweat-slicked shoulders, their gold bangles catching the dying light like chains of fire. Jia’s lips curled around Rohan’s spent cock in teasing kitten licks, her tongue mapping every vein while Tia’s fingers—still buried inside him—twisted relentlessly, her knuckles pressing against that sweet-spot that made his thighs jerk. Priya’s palm smacked Neha’s ass with a wet crack, urging her to ride Rohan’s face harder, her juices smearing across his forehead and lashes. "Aur, aur," Neha gasped, her thighs quaking as his tongue fluttered against her clit in exhausted, instinctive strokes. The twins’ synchronized laughter vibrated through Rohan’s flesh—Jia pulling off with an obscene pop to whisper, "Ab hum tumhein sikhayenge kaise ek aurat ko chodte hain," just as Tia withdrew her fingers to replace them with the thick head of a stolen paan stall cucumber, its chill a shocking contrast to the heat of his ravaged hole. Priya’s nails scraped down his sternum, her voice dripping with mock concern: "Dard hoga? Par tum toh abhi tak enjoy kar rahe the." The cucumber’s blunt tip breached him with a groan from the twins, their hands guiding it deeper until Rohan’s scream was muffled by Neha slamming her pussy onto his mouth, her climax dripping down his chin like honey from a broken hive.