Saritha, the "puta," the whore, is a symphony of sensation. She's the prima, the first, in this dance of desire, her body a temple to the art of pleasure. Her tongue, a skilled painter, strokes the length of her lover's cock, tasting the salty pre-cum, a rich aperitif. She takes him deep, her throat constricting around him, a velvet vise that makes him groan. Her hands, eager and adept, massage his balls, coaxing forth his hot, sticky load. She's a connoisseur, a gourmet of cock, and she's just begun her feast.