You weren’t supposed to see this. That’s what makes it hotter: the way she bites down on his shoulder while riding him raw, nails digging into his back like she’s trying to claw her way through. Hair pulled back hard enough you can hear it snap, legs wrapped around his waist so tight he can barely breathe—let alone pull out. She wants this mess all over that couch, doesn’t care who hears. Big tits jiggling every time he slams into her from behind, fingers tangled in sheets for leverage.
