Meera's POV
I couldn't believe my ears. The front door clicked open just as Raj's elbow knocked the washroom faucet handle, and I heard a slow drip start inside. But in our frenzy, with his cock buried deep inside me against the wall, the sound barely registered. Then Priya's voice cut through like ice water.
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