
The zipper’s final rasp cut through the room like a knife.
Karan’s trousers slid down just enough. His cock sprang free—heavy, veined, already leaking at the tip, thicker than Arjun’s by at least an inch in girth and noticeably longer. It bobbed once, angry-red and glistening, pointing straight at Simran’s tear-streaked face.











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