Husband Walks In On Wife’s Teenage Crush Bent Over the Bed

Face flushed, lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure—she knew he wasn’t supposed to see this. Thick thighs clamped around his waist, nails digging into the sheets as she rides him backward onto the bed. His hands grip her hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh while she whimpers through gritted teeth. The air smells like sweat and something forbidden. Blonde hair spills over his shoulder as she arches back, tits swinging heavy with every thrust. One hand slips between them, rubbing herself raw while he buries himself deeper—no lube needed when it’s this wet already. Her moans turn desperate when he flips her onto her stomach and pins her down by the shoulders.