In the dimly lit living room, 18-year-old Indian girl India Recce gingerly sits on the sofa, nervously adjusting the hem of her miniskirt. She glances around, taking in her surroundings as her fingers trace circles on her bare thighs. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes through the room and she freezes, heart racing. The footsteps grow closer until a man appears before her - older, ruggedly handsome, with a cunning smile. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice low and husky. India opens her mouth to speak but no words come out. Instead, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, her chest heaving beneath her tight top. The man steps closer, his gaze trailing down to her ample cleavage visible through the fabric of her top. Without another word, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her into his arms.
