Her voice was a silken whip, cracking through the steam-filled air. “Bhagyashree, on your back. Rishabh, get over her. I want to watch you eat each other out until you’re both screaming.”

Bhagyashree’s eyes, glassy with spent pleasure, widened. Naysa’s command was absolute, a direct order that brooked no argument. She lowered herself onto the plush office rug, the expensive weave soft against her bare skin. Rishabh moved with a hungry growl, positioning himself above her, his thick, heavy cock slapping against her stomach as he got into place.