With trembling hands, Juhi reached up and took Yug's cock in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. She licked and sucked, tasting the saltiness of his cum. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. Each stroke was a silent promise of what was to come, a declaration of her submission. The others watched, their cocks still in their hands, their strokes slow and deliberate.

As she worked Yug's cock, Rohan stepped forward. He took the pen from her ass, the plastic sliding out with a wet pop. He tossed it aside, the sound echoing through the library, a symbol of her lost innocence. He unbuckled his belt, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet room. "Your turn," he said, his voice low and hungry. She nodded, her mouth still full of Aryan's cock.