Panting, Mukti collapsed onto Sahil’s chest, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. She nuzzled against him, her breath hot against his skin. “We’re gonna get caught one of these days,” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back.

Mukti chuckled, low and throaty. “Then we’ll just have to make it worth it.” Her hand slid down his chest, fingers curling around his semi-hard cock. She gave it a slow, teasing stroke. “Besides, who’s gonna stop us?”