...through the half-open door, you’d swear it was just another night. But then she steps inside—blonde hair messy from sleep, robe barely tied—and doesn’t pretend not to notice him there. The bed creaks as he shifts back against the headboard. She licks her lips slow, like she’s been waiting for this moment all week. No words yet; just that look—the one that says you know why I’m here. Dress rides up past her thighs as she climbs over him first thing: pussy already wet enough to hear it squelch when his cock slides home. Legs wrap around his waist so tight he can’t breathe right until she starts grinding down hard enough to make the frame rattle...
