Peeking through the bedroom door, she knew someone was watching as Ayumi’s fingers traced slow circles around his cock. Necklace glinting under dim lights, lips parted like she’s been waiting years. Then—click—the door seals shut behind him. She doesn’t stop stroking until he grabs her wrist and flips her onto the bed, yanking those lace stockings down with brutal force. Ass in the air first—cock buried so deep it sounds like a wet snap. Flips her over mid-thrust, thighs clamped around his waist as cumshot splashes across her tits. No foreplay left unspoiled: just rough hands on skin that shouldn’t be touched this way.
