Nisha's legs were shaking uncontrollably as she stumbled out of the dark watchman’s room. The old bastard had just finished using her like a cheap rag — his thick, veiny cock had slammed into her already ruined pussy for what felt like hours, pumping load after load deep inside while she sobbed and begged. Her body was a wreck from the gangbang earlier that evening; her holes burned, her thighs were sticky with drying cum from four different men, and now fresh seed from the watchman oozed out with every step. She could barely walk straight. Rahul grabbed her arm roughly, half-dragging her towards their scooter. The watchman leered from the doorway, still stroking his softening dick, but Rahul didn’t care. They sped home in silence, the cool night air doing nothing to ease the fire between her legs.