The harsh, electronic buzz of a phone shattered the heavy silence of the master suite. It vibrated insistently on the dresser. Harshad, still lying half on top of Karishma’s bound and spent body, let out a low, irritated sigh. He slowly pulled his softening cock from her ass, eliciting a weak whimper from her. He ignored it, stood, and walked naked to the buzzing device. He glanced at the screen, a smirk touching his lips.

“Ajay,” he answered, his voice a rough gravel. He put the phone on speaker, holding it up so Karishma could hear.