Frank, hidden beneath his hood, watches as the Indian slut, her kohl-lined eyes filled with lust, approaches him. She's a vision, her sari barely concealing her curves, her nipples hard against the thin fabric. She reaches out, her delicate fingers wrapping around his cock, guiding it to her waiting mouth. She licks her lips, her tongue tracing the outline of his tip before she takes him in, her head moving in a steady rhythm. Frank's hood casts ominous shadows, heightening the illicit thrill of the act. The alley echoes with the wet sounds of her mouth on his cock, her moans vibrating around him as she sucks him off with wild abandon.