In the quiet aftermath, Jitender's breathing slowed but his voice remained firm. He pulled Priya up and directed her to fetch a warm cloth, ordering her to clean every inch of his body with careful strokes of her hands and tongue.

"Start with my cock, lick it soft again, then move to my balls and chest. Don't miss a spot, you filthy little whore." She obeyed, the act strangely intimate after the roughness, her tongue tracing over his skin while he continued speaking softly now, mixing praise with reminders of her new role.