It was the eleventh night in the freezing Paris winter. Snow was falling heavily outside the tall hotel building. The city lights were looking soft and blurry through the white snow. Inside the room on the 12th floor, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. Rohan was lying on the big bed. He had taken strong sleeping pills because of stress and anger after seeing Priya with Pierre. His breathing was deep and he was in deep sleep.

Priya could not sleep. Her body was burning with dark desire. Even after the big fight and Rohan’s suspicion, her tight pink pussy was wet and craving Pierre’s thick dick. She touched her mangalsutra and felt guilty for a moment, but the guilt only made her more horny. She checked her phone. A message from Pierre was waiting: “Service lift, 12th floor. Come now. Wear nothing under your coat.”