Thong barely covering it—she knew someone was watching but didn’t care as long as he kept going. Bent over the armrest of that same couch from earlier, tits swinging free while he slams into her from behind. Tattoos glistening with sweat, thighs trembling against the cushions. Flips her onto her back mid-thrust—now she’s pinned down, legs wide open for another angle. No lube needed. Just thick heat taking every inch without complaint. Her mouth drops open when he finally lets go inside her again—this time deeper than before—and she bites her lip hard like it hurts too good to scream.
