He didn’t expect to see it—blonde doll bent over the bedspread, ass up, red stockings torn at the knees. She knew someone was watching but kept going anyway. His hands grip her hips like he’s afraid she’ll stop mid-thrust. Her face twists into that perfect mix of pain and pleasure as he slams deeper—stockinged legs shaking, nails digging into the sheets. When he pulls out just long enough to flip her onto her back, she doesn’t even protest; just spreads wider and lets him pin those thick thighs against his chest.
