
Manya had always been the quiet, studious girl in college—long black hair, shy smiles, and a body that turned heads even in her modest salwar kameez. But everything changed one humid afternoon in the deserted back corridor of the old arts block. Her four closest friends—Rohan, Arjun, Vikram, and Sameer—had finally broken through her hesitations. What started as flirting had turned into something darker, hungrier.
They had her pressed against the cold concrete wall, skirt hiked up, panties yanked to her ankles. Rohan was behind her first, thick cock slamming into her tight pussy while Arjun forced her mouth open and fed her his shaft. Vikram and Sameer stroked themselves, waiting their turn.


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