She pretends to sleep but tenses up when he rolls over—blonde hair fanned out like a siren’s call. Eyes half-open, moans muffled into the pillow as he presses against her wet heat from behind. ‘Don’t stop,’ she whispers even though she shouldn’t be letting him do this so early. Flips onto her back mid-thrust: legs wrap around his waist like vines; cumshot hits the sheets with a wet plop, dripping down between them both.
