Didn’t see that coming. Peeking through the door—she was just folding laundry in her bra and panties. Then she turns around, sees you watching, and smirks. Hair pulled back tight as she grabs his wrist and pins it above his head on the bed. Slaps that ass raw first—‘For looking.’—before climbing on top like a fucking queen. Thighs squeezing so hard her nails dig into his shoulders when he tries to flip her. Deepthroat gagging sounds mixed with wet slaps of skin hitting skin as she rides him until the mattress is soaked. Doesn’t stop till he’s begging for mercy—and even then? She leans down close to your ear: ‘Next time… I’m gonna make sure they hear you scream.’
