She knew someone was watching. Skinny ribs pressing against the mattress, tits barely there but her hands are everywhere—clutching his waist like she’ll never let go. Doesn’t even pretend not to notice when you peek through that door. Back arched off the bed, begging with a voice raw from screaming his name already. Cock deep in her tight little throat before she can finish begging. Hands gripping her hips as he slams into that hungry pussy again and again—she’s soaking wet by now, thighs trembling around his waist. Flips her onto all fours without warning; ass up in the air like an offering.
