A sultry Malayalam accent whispers into the phone, "I'm so horny, baby. I need you here." The Indian girlfriend, her dark eyes smoldering with desire, begins to touch herself, her sari slipping off her shoulders, revealing her ample cleavage. She pinches her nipples, her breath coming in short gasps, "I wish you were here to fuck me, to pop my cherry." Her hand slips beneath her sari, finding her wet folds, her fingers rubbing her clit, her hips moving in rhythm with her fantasy. She's close, her body tensing, when suddenly, her mother enters, catching her in the act, her eyes wide with shock and disapproval.