Maanvi had already surrendered herself completely to her four closest friends—Rohan, Arjun, Vikram, and Sameer. What started as secret hookups in empty classrooms had turned into something far filthier: she was their personal free-use slut, available whenever and however they wanted. Today, they had dragged her into the long, dimly lit isolated corridor at the far end of the college building, where no one ever came during afternoon lectures.

The four boys had her pinned against the cold wall. Rohan was behind her, his thick cock buried deep in her dripping chut (pussy), pounding her hard from behind while her skirt was hiked up to her waist and panties torn off. Arjun stood in front, forcing his lund (cock) into her mouth, making her gag and drool. Vikram and Sameer waited their turn, stroking themselves and laughing.