The bedroom pulsed with jasmine heat. Priya straddled Arjun on the bed, her maroon saree blouse torn open, heavy breasts spilling free—nipples hard, dark peaks aching for his mouth. Her bindi gleamed like a secret as she ground against his throbbing cock, freed from his briefs, thick and veined, pre-cum slicking her folds. "Fuck me, " she gasped, sinking down. He filled her completely, stretching her dripping pussy with a wet slap. Hands on her ass, he thrust up brutally, thumb circling her tight asshole while she rode him, tits bouncing, walls clenching in greedy spasms. He sucked a nipple hard, bruising it, as she raked his chest. Her climax hit like lightning—cream gushing over his balls, milking his release. Hot cum flooded her, leaking out in messy ropes. Panting, she whispered, "Again." Truth, one taste was never enough.