Swati, the Indian goddess of desire, leads her client to a plush, private room. She tells him to lie down, her voice a husky purr. Her delicate hands, slick with warm oil, trace his body, igniting every nerve ending. She takes her time, teasing his cock to a rock-hard state, before finally wrapping her soft, full lips around it. She bobs her head, her tongue swirling, as he grips her silky hair. Swati's eyes flutter closed, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. As his breath hitches, she knows he's close. She pulls back, her hand pumping fast, and he explodes, his hot cum spilling over her hand, coating her wrist, and dripping onto her heaving breasts. She leans in, licking her lips, hungry for more.