Rohit zipped up his pants and straightened his shirt, glancing back at Sheela.
She was still trembling against the wall, trying to catch her breath. The sight of his cum leaking from both her pussy and her freshly fucked ass filled him with dark satisfaction.
He took out his phone and quickly snapped a photo of her disheveled, cum-drenched state.
"Say cheese," he smirked.
Sheela immediately hid her face with her arms. "Please… no photos," she begged, rolling her eyes in embarrassment.
Before Rohit could reply, his phone rang.
It was Aisha. The moment he picked up, her panicked voice came through.
"Rohit… come fast! I need you right now!"
His expression turned serious. "I'm leaving first," he told Sheela urgently, not waiting for her reply before rushing back toward the party area.
When he reached the booth, Tanuj was still passed out. There was no sign of Arya or Vijay.
Then he heard shouting near the bar counter.
A crowd had already gathered there.
