Her face is buried in the pillow but not from sleep—her lips part when he slams into that tight hole again. Eyes half-open, mascara streaked down her cheeks as she rocks back onto him. Doesn’t even pretend not to notice when he whispers something dirty in her ear. Flips her onto her back next, legs wrapped around his waist like vines. Tits bouncing with every thrust, nails digging into his shoulders as she chokes on cumshot after cumshot right there on the sheets. The way she looks at him afterward—like this was always supposed to happen.
