Peek through the curtain and you’ll see it: her husband’s younger brother, ink crawling up his arms, kneeling between her thighs while she grips the headboard like she’s been waiting for this. Tattoos peek out from under her sari as she arches back—thick ass grinding into his face while he gags on her juices. Then he flips her onto all fours and slams that cock deep without warning. The bedframe rattles against the wall every time he bottoms out. She knew someone was watching when she hiked that skirt up earlier tonight.
