Her eyelids flutter half-open, pretending sleep—but one hand drifts down between her thighs. Lisi Kitty doesn’t even lift her head when he presses against her entrance; just a slow exhale through parted lips as she takes him deep. Stockings cling to thick thighs that squeeze tighter with every thrust. She knew someone was watching. Moans turn into gagd gasps when he flips her onto all fours over the bed frame, fingers digging into the mattress as his cock pounds relentlessly into that tight asshole. The creak of springs fills the room while she rocks back against him, cum dripping down her inner thighs. No foreplay needed—just raw hunger.
