She knew someone was there. Pink shirt riding up, mascara smeared from biting down too hard—no gag reflex left. Thick thighs straddling his waist as he grabs her hips, forcing her to take every inch deep in her throat while she moans around him. The bed creaks under their weight, sheets tangled between them like they’ve been at it for hours. No lube needed—just sloppy wet sounds and a face full of cum that drips down her chin before she wipes it off with the back of her hand and smirks right at the camera.
