She takes charge first, clutching that red toy on pink sheets, green saree teasing what's underneath. Then he hovers, cock poised at her slick folds — she spreads legs wide on the gray bedspread, pulling him in deep missionary. Brass bedframe rattles with her rocking hips, bangles jingling against bare skin. Switches to her squatting over him, pussy swallowing every inch while saree drapes loose. Pink walls close in on their sweat-slick grind, her dark hair spilling wild. He grips her thighs, pumps up hard — she moans low, owning the rhythm until they both lose it.
