She pretends to fold laundry but never looks away from the door. The younger guy walks in unannounced, and she lets him see—no hesitation, just that slow smirk while she adjusts her bra straps. Then it happens: couch cushions sinking under their weight as he flips her onto all fours. No prep work, no mercy—just his cock slamming into that tight ass raw. Hands gripping the armrest for balance as he pounds into her from behind. Her breath hitches when he pulls out halfway just to slam back in deeper, fingers digging into her hips like she’s gonna fly apart any second. ‘Harder,’ she moans it—not a request, an order—and he obeys without question.