She didn’t expect him on deck. Thick thighs spread under that flimsy fabric, husband nowhere in sight. His hands grip her hips hard as he slams into that pregnant pussy from behind—couch cushions would’ve been easier. Then she turns around, tits bouncing like they’re daring someone to watch while he rides her face-down over the railing edge. Pregnant and dripping wet, no one stops them—not even when his fingers dig into her waist to keep balance. The boat rocks but neither cares as cum gushes out of that tight hole onto the deck boards beneath them. And through it all? Her husband’s voice calling from below deck…
