She knew someone was watching when she stripped for him in the bedroom. Bent over the armrest of that same couch where they ‘discussed’ work hours earlier—her thick thighs parting like she wrote the rulebook. Then flip—back on all fours, tits bouncing as he lines up from behind. Ass clenching around his girth before he even pushes in. No foreplay needed. Her hands grip the sheets when he finally bottoms out deep inside her creamy pussy, nails digging in like she’s holding on to keep herself from screaming. ‘Fuck me harder,’ she breathes into his ear just before switching to cowgirl—riding him slow at first but then slamming down so hard the headboard rattles.
