Embrace tightens. Room with pink walls and wooden rails frames the grind. Shirt rips open exposing bare torso, her fingers claw in. Saree slips low on curvy hips, dark hair tumbling wild. Eyes burn hungry, mustache brushes neck in heated pull. Bodies mash desperate, sweat gleams on skin. Tension snaps — clothes shed fast, curves heave against him. Pinned to wall maybe, relentless eye-fuck turns to raw grind, her bangles jingle with every shift.