It was the twelfth night in the freezing Paris winter. Snow was falling softly outside like white feathers. The city lights were glowing through the snow-covered windows. Inside the hotel room, Rohan was lying on the bed with his back turned to Priya. He had not spoken much to her since the day he caught her with Pierre. The trust was broken. He was hurt and angry but he did not want to make a big scene in a foreign country.

Priya was feeling guilty but the guilt was not strong enough to stop her dark desires. Her body had become addicted to Pierre. Every night she remembered his thick dick stretching her tight pussy, his hot golden shower on her boobs and face, and the way he fucked her like she belonged to him. Tonight her heart was also feeling something new. It was not just lust. She was falling in love with her lover in this cold foreign city.