She’s been doing this since before he was born. Dark-haired, thick-hipped, and wearing nothing but that green sari draped over one shoulder—she doesn’t ask for permission. Just flips him onto his back on the mattress and straddles him like she owns the place. His cock disappears between those heavy thighs as she rides, hips rolling with practiced confidence. The fabric of her skirt bunches up around her waist, exposing just enough to know she’s not holding back. When he tries to grab her tits? She smacks his hands away and leans down to whisper something filthy in his ear before grinding harder—legs trembling now, nails digging into his shoulders.