Morning bled into noon, the group departing for hikes while Vidyut had texted the chaperone: Vani had a high fever; he'd stay to care for her. Sun streamed through balcony doors as he slipped from her pussy, a wet pop echoing. She moaned in protest, eyes fluttering open. He spanked her pussy lightly—the sensation making her moan.

'Inside the bathroom, now.' They bathed together, his hands soaping her body possessively, fingers lingering on her sore ass and clamped nipples from last night's play. Clean and dry, he ordered breakfast via room service—pancakes, fruit, coffee—while she remained naked, the cool air pebbling her skin.