...and she doesn’t even try to hide it. Cum lands right on her cleavage as he groans into the pillow, legs tangled in sheets. Started with his fingers buried deep between her thick thighs while she pretended not to notice—glasses slipping down her nose, mascara smudged from rubbing against them. Then she flipped him onto his back and straddled that muscular frame like she owned it, grinding slow at first before taking control. No lube needed; just wetness and desperation as he gripped her hips too tight, nails digging into skin when she started bouncing harder.
