She knew he was there watching. Red lace barely covering her ass as she straddles him, hips rocking slow at first like she’s teasing. His hands grip her waist but don’t push back—she controls this. Pussy clenches around his face as she rides deeper, thighs squeezing tight enough to muffle his moans. The bedframe groans every time she slams down harder, tits bouncing with each grind. No one moves when it happens—just the wet slap of skin and her breath hitching like this is forbidden.
