The first two men stayed for nearly three hours. Rain blew in soft gusts through the open balcony doors, cooling the sweat on Priya’s skin and carrying the distant sound of traffic and wet leaves into the living room. She remained on her back on the carpet for most of that time, knees held high by their hands, the dual rhythm of one cock in her cunt and one in her ass steady and deep while phones recorded from two angles. Milk ran in thin continuous streams from both nipples whenever a mouth closed over them or fingers pinched and rolled the dark peaks. She asked for every change before it happened—harder, switch holes, stay inside after you come, suck until the floor is stained, keep the camera on my face while I thank you. When the first man finished deep in her ass he remained buried until he softened; the second followed in her cunt a few minutes later. Only then did they withdraw, the slow combined leak immediately replaced by the next pair who had entered through the unlocked door without knocking.