Rohan’s chest still heaved as he wiped a shining trail of sweat from his brow, but the glint in his eyes had sharpened into something predatory. He fished his phone from the pocket of his crumpled jeans, thumbed the timer app, and flicked the screen so the others could see the bold digits: 02:00.

“Two minutes apiece,” he declared, voice raspy yet edged with challenge. “Whoever makes her cum fastest wins. Losers get to watch the winner fuck her however he wants for the next ten.”