Her eyes dart to the corner like she suspects something—then back at devar’s face, tongue lashing deep inside her mouth. Thick thighs trembling on the concrete floor, fingers digging into his shoulders as he slams harder. Pink panties soaked through already; she rips them off with a smirk. Devars hand grips her hip so tight it bruises when he flips her onto all fours by the sink. Ass high in the air, dripping wet from how many times already? He doesn’t even wait for lube before pushing inside that forbidden hole—moan turns to choked gasp as he bottoms out. She pretends not to notice when you peek through the window but keeps eye contact anyway.
