Tan lines on her thighs glow under the dim light as he kneels between them, fingers already slick from where he’s been playing with himself. She stirs but doesn’t wake up—not until his cockhead pushes past that tight ring and she gasps into the pillow. No lube, no warning; just raw, slow thrusts that make her hips twitch even in sleep. His hands grip her waist hard enough to bruise as he fucks her deeper than anyone ever has before. The sheets smell like sweat and forbidden pleasure by the time he finally pulls out—just long enough to flip her onto all fours and slam back in.
