Peeking through the cracked hotel room door—Frances Bentley bent over the edge of the bed, stockings ripped at the seams as he slaps her ass red before burying himself balls-deep. Thighs shaking, nails digging into pillows when he flips her onto her back and spreads those heavy legs wide. That pussy clenches every time he hits something new inside her. No whispering, no pretending—the way she moans says this wasn’t supposed to happen...
