Peeking through the crack in the door shouldn’t have been this good. Older guy stretched out on his back, legs spread wide while she straddles him like she owns him. Hairy chest pressed against her tits as she sinks down slow—then faster when he grips her hips hard. No lube needed here; just raw friction and that squelch every time she takes him deep. His fingers dig into her waist as if holding on for dear life while she rides like someone’s watching (because they are). The bedframe groans under them both.
