Peeking through the half-open door — young guy’s face buried between thick thighs on the couch. Her bhabhi’s dress hiked up, panties nowhere to be seen. Rough hands grip his hair and pull him deeper as she rides him like he owes her something. Slams down hard enough to make the cushions bite into his back. Cock slaps against her ass with every thrust, fingers clawing at the fabric of her sari until it tears free. Flips him onto his stomach mid-scream, straddling that narrow waist while he gasps for air between grunts. Ass cheeks spread wide—thunk—cock hits deep again and again.
