White sari drapes loose at first, fabric slipping off her shoulders to bare full tits and smooth midriff on patchwork bed with red yellow sheets. She reclines half nude, one hand clutching bangles, thighs parted as dark pants and bare male legs press in close from the side. Sari hikes up exposing hips and pussy, her soles flexing toes curled while he shifts over her. Topless now, red skirt bunches at waist, knees bent wide, his thick legs pinning her down amid scattered clothes and phone. Hands roam her chest, squeezing firm mounds, bodies grinding urgent on rumpled bedding. Dim room glow catches sweat on skin, her spine arching into every press, raw friction building nonstop until she gasps sharp.
