The air in the living room was thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, the ceiling fan spinning lazily above them, doing little to cut through the oppressive summer heat. Sarita lay sprawled across the couch, her body still trembling from the relentless teasing, her skin slick with perspiration. Her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, her nipples hard and aching from Rohan’s relentless pinching, her pussy throbbing from Dev’s teasing tongue and Aarav’s cruel fingers. She was a mess of need, her body betraying her exhaustion with every desperate whimper that escaped her lips.

Aarav’s grip on her throat tightened just enough to make her pulse spike, his fingers still buried inside her, stretching her in a way that made her hips jerk helplessly. His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her squirm, her inner walls clenching around him, begging for more. “You’re so fucking greedy,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip before he pulled his fingers free with a wet, obscene sound. Sarita whined, her body arching off the couch in protest, but he only chuckled, low and dark. “But we’re not done with you yet.”