The first rays of dawn slipped into Prisha's small room, turning everything soft and golden. Yuvraj still lay over her, his strong, muscular body heavy on her soft one. His handsome face rested between her bare breasts, warm breath teasing the sore, marked skin he had sucked all night. Even in sleep, his large hand cupped one full breast, thumb lightly brushing the swollen nipple like it was already his.

Prisha had not slept. Her nipples throbbed red and raw from his hungry mouth. Between her legs, her simple cotton panties were soaked, sticky with the wetness his thick finger had drawn out of her. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it again - his hot tongue on her nipples, his hard cock pressing into her hand, the way her body had betrayed her and got so shamefully wet.