The water ran cold, but none of them noticed. Steam still clung to the glass enclosure, the air thick with the smell of sex and expensive shampoo. Bhagyashree’s back was pressed against the chilled tile, her body humming from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Rishabh leaned over her, his breath coming in heavy gusts against her neck, his softening cock still nestled inside her.

Naysa’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and absolute. “Get up. Both of you. We’re not done.”