Randeep stood, his movements fluid and deliberate, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the gesture both casual and charged with unspoken hunger. Without a moment's pause, he reached for the dhoti still wrapped around his waist, his fingers deftly loosening the fabric before letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle.

His cock, angry and red, veiny and taut with anticipation, sprang free, the head glistening with the promise of what was to come. Anjali's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight of him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm.