Rhea moaned loudly as her husband, Arjun, thrust into her from behind on their marital bed. The room was dimly lit, only the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over their sweat-slicked bodies. She was on all fours, ass arched high, long black hair spilling over her shoulders. Arjun gripped her hips tightly, grunting with each deep stroke.

“Fuck… you feel so good, baby,” Arjun panted, his pace quick and desperate.