Fingers sink deep between her thighs, the Desi woman’s breath hitching as she curls them just right. Her other hand grips the sheets, knuckles white, while her hips jerk off the mattress with each thrust. The pink walls of the bedroom glow faintly, reflecting the sweat already beading on her chest. Her thighs tremble as she pushes her fingers in harder, her free hand sliding up to pinch her own nipple—just to feel something besides the ache between her legs.
