She knew someone was watching. Thick brunette with a tattooed arm bent over the edge of the bed, ass in the air like an offering. Younger guy behind her, hands gripping her waist—not asking. First it’s slow, teasing, then his fingers dig in and he starts pounding like she owes him something. She moans louder when he hits deep, legs shaking but not pulling away. Good girl. Then she flips around mid-thrust and straddles him—tits bouncing—while he chokes on cum between gagging breaths. No lube needed here.
