Jerome Last can't resist the allure of Suraya Ndia's traditional attire. He peeks at her from behind, his eyes lingering on the sway of her hips, the curve of her back. As she turns, he pounces, his hands eager to explore the hidden treasures beneath the saree. He lifts her, his strength evident as he holds her against the wall, her legs wrapping around him. His mouth finds hers, their tongues dancing, as his hardness presses against her, promising a dance far more intimate.