The air in the living room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead, doing little to cool the heat radiating off their bodies. Sarita lay sprawled across the couch, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. Her legs were still spread wide, her pussy swollen and pulsing from the relentless orgasms the cousins had wrung from her. The vibrator lay discarded on the cushion beside her, its silver surface slick with her arousal, still humming faintly as if whispering promises of more to come.

Aarav’s victory hung in the air like a challenge, his smirk sharp as he loomed over her, his fingers tracing idle patterns along her inner thigh. Rohan’s jaw was clenched, his competitive fire burning as he watched Sarita’s exhausted yet mischievous grin. Dev, ever the strategist, had already begun calculating his next move, his cock still half-hard, twitching with anticipation.