She didn’t expect an audience. Leather jacket unzipped mid-motion, tits bouncing as she straddles him on the bed. Blue strap-on glistening between her thighs, fingers tangled in his hair—harder—no warning before she slams down. His cock trapped against his stomach while she rides like it’s payback. Pulls his head back by the roots, gagging on every thrust until he chokes out something unintelligible. The bedframe groans under her weight when she flips him onto all fours and pins him down by the shoulders. Ass up, legs spread just enough to show where that toy’s been buried deepest—and still isn’t done.
