Rahul didn’t give Nisha even a second to breathe. The moment the boys left the terrace, he grabbed her wrist like a cheap rag and dragged her down the empty corridor, her legs barely working. The huge tail butt plug still buried deep in her ass made every step feel like a knife twisting inside her. Milk was still leaking from her clamped, bell-jingling nipples, soaking her torn blouse. “Chal kutiya… ab watchman uncle ka time hai. Tu nahi maanti toh main khud tujhe pakad ke chodunga,” Rahul hissed, his grip bruising her arm.

She begged the whole way, tears streaming down her face. “Rahul bhaiya… please… main nahi kar sakti… bahut dard ho raha hai… meri choot aur gaand phat gayi hain… nahi… please chhod do mujhe…” But Rahul just smirked and shoved her inside the empty classroom at the end of the corridor. The old, fat watchman was already waiting there, his huge belly hanging over his belt, pants already tented. Rahul locked the door from outside with a loud click and walked away, laughing. “Maze lo uncle… is randi ko poori tarah tod dena.”