She knew someone was there. Blonde curls messy from being pulled, lips parted like she’s waiting for permission. Starts slow—spreading thick thighs while fingering herself right where you can see it. Then he pushes her back onto the pillows, cock already slicked up by her own juices before it even touches skin. First thrust makes her gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as she arches off the mattress. No lube needed when she’s this wet—just raw fucking with every creak of that old bedframe echoing through the house like they’re doing something wrong (because they are). Ends with him buried to his balls in that tight pussy while she moans louder than she should.
