Years stacked on her frame but that hunger rips through — saree shoved aside, heavy belly spilling over blue cloth, pussy stretched wide around a rigid cock. Bangles rattle with every thrust, her grip iron on his shoulders, skin sticking in the humid room. Legs splayed missionary-style, then ass up as hands dig into soft flesh — unyielding pounding, saree damp with sweat. Bare tits bounce free, nipples dark and peaked against the chill. She bucks back hard — unfinished moans echoing off turquoise walls.
