You weren’t supposed to see this. The way she bites his neck when he flips her onto her back, tits bouncing just out of reach—her eyes flicker open for a second like she knows you’re there. Hands gripping his waist too hard, nails digging in while he grinds into that wet spot between her thighs. She gasps every time he hits deep, hips bucking off the bed like she can’t help it. Then those lips part again—mmm—as if daring you to look away.
