She was too busy pretending she didn’t hear him knock. Moans muffled into the pillow—‘Ohhh fuck yes, don’t stop’—as thick fingers dig into her hips from behind. The bed creaks under her weight, tits bouncing against the sheets while some guy (or maybe it’s him, that old neighbor) pounds deep inside. ‘Harder,’ she whispers when his hand slides down between her thighs, two fingers already slick with pussy juice. Then she turns just enough—eyes locked on something unseen—and lets out a breathy laugh like this is all part of some secret game. No foreplay needed here; just raw, desperate riding until cum shoots straight up inside her.
