Somebody’s mom shouldn’t look this filthy. Dark hair pulled back tight, mascara running from the second he grabbed her wrist and pinned those fingers onto his cock. No time for teasing now—just rough strokes, knuckles white as she struggles to keep up. Ass wiggling on the edge of the bed like she’s begging for punishment. ‘You want it?’ His voice is a growl; hers is breathless gasps between gagd moans. Nails scratch down his back while her free hand gags his shaft mid-stroke—then squeezes. Not gentle. Not even close.
