Arahan didn't hold back. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and started fucking her in deep, punishing strokes, each one forcing a choked moan from her throat. The desk creaked under them. Wet, obscene slaps echoed in the small room.
"Harder… please… harder…" Anshika begged between sobs of pleasure.
Sabiha watched, one hand idly rubbing herself through her saree, the other still petting Anshika's head like a proud mother.
"You're doing so well, Anshu. Take it all. Show him how much you needed this."
Arahan felt the familiar build-up too fast—he was already sensitive from the morning with Sabiha and Anshika's earlier blowjob. He sped up, slamming into her with brutal force, balls slapping against her clit.
Anshika came first, violently. Her whole body seized, back arching, a strangled scream escaping before Sabiha clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle it. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking him so hard he nearly lost control.
But he held on, just barely.
