In the sterile Oyo room, inhibitions are left at the door. The Indian couple, starved of physical touch, waste no time, their bodies entwining like vines. He kisses her hungrily, his hands roaming, while she grinds against his growing erection. She gasps as he enters her, their pace quickening, the headboard banging against the wall, their bodies glistening with sweat. They switch positions, her riding him reverse cowgirl, her ass slapping against his thighs, until they both climax, panting and spent.