A voyeuristic gaze: the passionate desirée's unwilling pleasure

In the dim light of a small room, a 19-year-old Indian girl with dark skin, dark hair pulled into one very long braid, lay on a narrow bed on her back. She wore nothing but a plain yellow t-shirt, white socks, and two jambs. Her legs were open, revealing erect nipples and red cheeks from passion's touch. Her hands were apart, palms up, eyes black and open, as if in the midst of an orgasm. Her body, glowing with sweat, was covered in a sheen of olive oil. The room was quiet, save for the sound of her heavy breathing and the occasional drip of oil. Yet, something was amiss, a sense of violation lingering in the air. The view was sideways, focusing on her vagina, cum staining her inner thighs and the sheet below.