Caught in a half-lit room with the door left ajar—her green embroidered dupatta pooled on the floor, pink lace bra barely containing heavy tits. Sari skirt hiked up mid-thrust as she rides an unseen cock against the wall, moans muffled but desperate. The moment he steps inside, she freezes—then smirks like this was always part of the plan. No warning, no lube needed; just raw hunger as she yanks him into position from behind.
