Orange printed sari clings to her curves, blue top stretched tight over chest, bangles jangling as rough hands shove the wrap up her thighs. Fabric bunches at waist, smooth bare ass pops free in the dim shop light — no panties, just exposed pussy lips glistening already. He grips hips hard, skin on skin slapping against metal shelves loaded with clothes and bags. Fingers dig deep into her slit, pumping fast, her body jolting forward into stacked fabrics. Black shorts drop lower on him, cock out throbbing against her thigh. She arches into it, thighs quivering, sweat trickling down spine as he manhandles her over the edge of a low table.