The rain had not stopped. If anything, it fell harder after their first meeting in the forest. Asha could still feel Vikram inside her — the stretch, the heat, the way his cum had leaked down her thigh long after he pulled out. Her pussy ached in a good-bad way, swollen and sensitive, every step on the way back to the village reminding her of how roughly he had claimed her. She had barely slept that night. Dreams came in flashes: his black eyes, his hand on her throat, the sound of rain mixing with her own pee streaming in the mud.

By evening the next day, she could not stay away.