She knew someone was watching. Eyes locked on the camera, lips parted, tongue darting out as he pushes deep. That first thrust makes her whimper — legs trembling like she’s been waiting for this. Stockings ripped at the knees from dry-humping earlier, now bunched around thighs while she takes it all. No lube needed. Just raw heat and that sloppy wetness coating his shaft every time he bottoms out inside her. She arches back with a gasp, nails digging into sheets already stained where they fucked before. When he flips her onto her stomach mid-thrust? Her face presses into the pillow and muffles a scream as he grabs both hips and starts pounding like she owes him money.
