Older woman with a face that’s seen every trick in the book takes control in a bathroom that smells like soap and sweat. Green saree slipping off one shoulder as she straddles him on the edge of the tub, tits heaving with every grind. No warning—just pure hunger. She leans down, whispers something filthy in his ear before slamming back onto him hard enough to make the mirror rattle. Hands grip her hips tight; fingers dig into soft flesh as he loses himself inside her. The sound of wet skin slapping fills the room while she rides through another orgasm, cum dripping down thighs already slick from earlier rounds.
