Peeked through the half-open door and saw it — your girlfriend in full control, gloved hands shoving his head between her thighs. Black stockings torn mid-thrust, tits bouncing as she grinds into his mouth. ‘You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,’ she growls, yanking him up by the hair for a sloppy dry-hump against the couch. Fists tangled in sheets when he finally snaps and flips her over—ripping that thong clean off before pounding her raw from behind.
