The afternoon sun beat down on the courtyard, but the heat on their skin was nothing compared to the fire burning within them. After their punishing session on the table, Shiv untied Mitali, his touch surprisingly gentle as he rubbed her wrists. Her skin was a canvas of red lines, a testament to his possession. She stood up on shaky legs, a satisfied, exhausted smile on her face.

"Abhi tak toh maine tujhe choda hai, Mitali. Ab tu mujhe chod," he said, his voice a low, challenging rumble. He lay down on the cool grass, his hands behind his head, his semi-hard cock resting on his thigh, a silent invitation.