Shanaya didn't just open her legs; she spread them wide, hooking her knees over the handlebars on the side of the cramped cabin, putting her dripping cunt on full display. The interior of the rickshaw smelled like musk, sweat, and her own arousal, a scent that made her head spin.

"Fuck me, Rishi," she demanded, her voice dropping to a throaty whine. "Look at this pussy. It’s empty. It’s been empty for so long."