...through the bedroom door, didn’t expect to see this. Six-month bump pressing against his chest as she straddles him, thighs sticky from earlier rounds. One hand grips his hair while the other slides down between them—fuck—no panties left after that first sloppy grind. He flips her mid-thrust; knees over shoulders now, ass hovering just out of reach before he shoves deep again. She bites her lip like it’s a secret they’re both keeping: moans louder when no one’s listening. Cum drips down her inner thighs by the time he pulls out—just in time for round two.
