Black lace thong barely clinging as she straddles him on the edge of the bed, fingers tangled in sheets like she doesn’t have a choice. Starts slow—hips rocking just enough to tease—but then her breath hitches when he grips her waist and slams up hard. Thighs quiver every time he bottoms out inside her, pussy already slick with need. She knows someone’s there; can almost hear it in how she bites her lip before leaning back too far, tits bouncing free from whatever bra was even there to begin with. No warning, no hesitation—just raw hunger as he flips them both mid-thrust and pins those long legs above his head.
