She started in that loose grey sweater and orange lace thong, pretending not to notice him watching from the doorway. One tug and the fabric splits at the neckline, tits spilling out before he even shoves her onto the mattress. Face flushed, lips swollen from gagging—she takes it all like she was born for it. When he flips her over, those stocking-clad thighs shake as he slams into her from behind. No lube needed; just wet heat and desperate moans into the pillow.
