Day six brought the first real break from the resort’s private bubble. The four of them—still buzzing from the room-service gangbang—decided to venture into Shimla town for shopping. The Mall Road was alive with tourists, street vendors, and the faint jingle of horse-drawn tongas. Anjali and Neha wore knee-length dresses that looked innocent enough—Anjali in soft cream, Neha in deep maroon—but no panties underneath, the fabric brushing their still-sensitive pussies with every step. Mangalsutras glinted under the winter sun; sindoor fresh and bright.

Rohit and Vikram walked behind—casual in jeans and jackets—cocks already half-hard from the morning’s quick shower fuck.