The door creaked open but she didn’t stop. Thick thighs wrapped around his waist mid-pound, nails digging into bare shoulders like she’d been waiting for this. Face flushed, lips parted in a gasp every time he bottoms out—oh fuck—her voice cracks when he flips her onto all fours and slams back in without asking. Ass jiggling with each thrust while one hand grips the headboard hard enough to turn knuckles white. Then she turns her head just enough to catch you staring through half-lidded eyes before dropping to hands and knees again, begging for more.
