She didn’t turn around when the door creaked open. Anna Fire’s blonde hair sways like a warning as her high-heeled feet dig into the mattress, ass lifted for that perfect angle. Moans get louder when he slams into her from behind—‘Fuck yes, just like that’—but then she twists mid-thrust and locks eyes through half-lowered lashes: ‘You’re not supposed to be here.’ Flips onto her back next, legs wrapped tight around his waist while he grinds up inside her so deep it looks painful. Cum spills down her thighs before either of them can even breathe.
