The metal buckle clinked, a sharp sound that pierced the heavy, humid air of the rickshaw cabin. Rishi’s movements were jerky, fueled by a desperate urgency that made Shanaya’s breath catch in her throat. He fumbled with the button of his trousers, his eyes never leaving hers, dark and intense, like a predator cornering its prey. When he finally pulled the zipper down, his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with a wet, heavy thwack.

Shanaya’s eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in pure awe. It was magnificent. Thick, veiny, and alarmingly long, the angry purple head glistened with pre-cum in the dim light. It was a monster of a thing, a stark contrast to Aryan’s disappointing average endowment. Aryan. The thought of her boyfriend’s pathetic little prick made her almost laugh out loud, but the laughter died in her throat, replaced by a flood of saliva that pooled under her tongue. Her mouth watered violently at the sight of Rishi’s meat.