Rip my saree off while I ride you :)

You lock eyes with this Indian beauty, her saree already loosened at the hip, draped just barely enough to make you reach for it.

You feel the silk graze your fingers as you pull, watching the fabric unravel slowly around curves that demand your full attention. You want to trace every inch of what gets revealed, warm skin catching the light as the cloth falls away.

You grip those hips and feel the rhythm take over, the remaining fabric twisted in your fist. You are exactly where you are supposed to be.