Noorzadi collapsed forward, trembling, ass still raised, too spent to move.
But it wasn't finished.
Sahil had risen from the chair sometime during the second round. His sherwani was open, pants shoved down to his thighs, cock hard and leaking in his hand. His eyes were fixed on Arahan, hungry, submissive, the way they always were.
Arahan glanced over.
Sahil didn't speak. He simply dropped to his knees in front of Arahan, who was still standing at the edge of the bed.
Without hesitation, Sahil leaned forward and took Arahan's cock, still slick with Noorzadi's juices and his own cum, into his mouth.
He sucked eagerly, tongue swirling around the sensitive head, cleaning every trace of her off him. Arahan groaned softly, one hand resting on Sahil's head, guiding him, as Sahil bobbed deeper, hollowing his cheeks, taking him to the back of his throat.
Noorzadi watched from the bed, propped on her elbows, fresh heat blooming between her legs despite how sore she already was.
