Towel slipping off her shoulders first. She pretends not to notice when the door creaks open—back arched, ass up against the mattress like she’s been waiting. No panties left, just damp curls and that hungry look over her shoulder. He doesn’t ask permission; he takes—knees digging into the bedspread as his cock slides home with a wet sound. Ass clenched tight at first, then loosening with every thrust, hips rolling back to meet him mid-air. Fingers clawing sheets while she bites her lip like this is forbidden (because it is). When he flips her onto all fours without warning? That’s when she moans loud enough for anyone listening to know exactly what they’re doing.
