She needs it rough. Thick thighs spread wide on that blue wallpapered bedroom floor as he kneels behind her, fingers already working deep inside. ‘Harder,’ she gasps when he finally lines up—that voice like a sinful prayer. Cowgirl next, grinding down so hard his balls slap against her clit with every thrust. No subtlety here: tits bouncing free from the torn sari top, nails digging into his shoulders when she flips him onto his back. Ass in the air again for round two—‘Fuck my pussy until I scream’—while sweat glistens on their skin like they’re both burning alive with guilt.
