The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the synchronised, ragged gasps of two people who had just collided with the force of a landslide. Arjun remained buried deep inside her, his chest heaving against her breasts, his forehead resting against her shoulder as the last tremors of his own orgasm pulsed through him. He could feel the heat of her pussy still clutching him, the internal walls twitching in a slow, lingering rhythm of satisfaction. For a long moment, neither of them moved; the corporate world outside the door felt like a distant, irrelevant memory, a pale shadow compared to the visceral reality of their sweat-slicked bodies.