Tan lines from the bra strap dig into her shoulder blades as she lowers herself onto his lap. Pink panties pooled at her hips, wet lips stretched around his cock like she’s been waiting years. Flops backward on the bed, legs spread wide—no underwear hiding anything. He pins them down hard enough to make the mattress squeak; ass lifts off the sheets when he slams up inside. Catches herself on one elbow mid-thrust, nails digging into his thighs like a guilty secret. Then—pretends to wake—eyes fluttering open just as he spills down her throat. Smiles slow and knowing.
