Tan lines from her belly button down to her shaved pussy lips give it away—this isn’t the first time she’s done this on his bed. The sheets are still warm when she rolls onto her back, knees hooked over his shoulders, letting him bury himself balls-deep in that dripping slit. Her free hand tugs at his hair like she owns him (because maybe she does). No lube needed—just raw, sloppy fucking with a woman who knows exactly what turns men into animals. When he finally pulls out for a second, it’s only so he can flip her onto all fours and slam back in while whispering something in Arabic that makes her moan louder.
