...door wasn’t supposed to be open like that. But there she was—knees spread wide on the bed, lips stretched around his cock before she even noticed he’d walked in. One hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping the sheets like she knew someone was watching but didn’t care. Then click—the door swung shut behind him as she flipped onto her back without pulling out, legs hooked over his shoulders while he slammed into that dripping pussy from behind. The headboard banged against the wall every time he bottomed out—no rhythm, just hunger—and when she finally came up for air it was to whisper something filthy about ‘not stopping until it’s all inside.’
