Face flushed, lips parted like she’s gasping for air—not oxygen, but cock. Thick fingers dig into fleshy hips as he wrecks her from behind; sari bunches at the waist with every brutal thrust. Her head snaps back when he grabs a handful of hair and yanks—moans turn sloppy mid-sentence. Turns around mid-pound, tits jiggling free of fabric, and straddles him without warning. Rides hard until sweat mixes with mascara streaks down her cheeks. He flips her onto all fours again before dumping deep inside.
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