'You didn’t think I’d let you walk away did you?' she whispers through the door before dragging him inside. Ties his wrists behind the bedpost, pulls down those tight pants, and drops to her knees right there. Cock buried so far back he’s choking but she doesn’t stop—just hums around it like she owns it. Then flips him onto his stomach, ass up in the air while she spreads those thighs wide enough for anyone peeking through the crack to see what’s happening. Slap-slap-slap of skin against skin as she rides him from behind, hair whipping across his back.
