She knew someone was watching. Stepping into the room with that smirk, knowing he’d be there. Red plaid shorts riding up as she straddles him, tits bouncing free while he grabs her hips hard enough to leave marks. No warning—just a gasp when his fingers slip inside her wet pussy from behind, then those same hands yanking her back by the hair for a rough dry hump against the mattress. Messy, sloppy sounds fill the room as she rides him like she owns this bed—and maybe she does.
