She knew someone was watching. Thick thighs clamped around his waist, her fingers gripping his ass like she owns it. Red nails leave marks as he whimpers into the pillow—her pussy grinding down on him while her other hand reaches back to tease something forbidden. The bed creaks under their weight, sheets tangled in desperation. No lube needed when that much hunger builds up. Anal first, then riding him raw until he’s gasping for air between moans of ‘harder.’ She doesn’t stop until the room smells like sweat and sin—and neither does he.
