She didn’t ask for this. Didn’t even look up when he walked in—just kept grinding on the bed, thighs slick and heavy. Blonde hair messy from being manhandled earlier. Now she’s got him flat on his back, knees pressed to his chest as she rides him slow at first—just enough to make him beg before flipping over and taking control. Cock buried deep between her tits while one hand tugs at her nipple rings. The bed frame groans every time he thrusts up into that tight pussy of hers—she lets out a gasp but doesn’t stop staring right at you through the door.
