Tan lines on her ass where the sheets don’t reach. Heads turned toward the door mid-fuck, but she keeps grinding back like she wants to be caught. His fingers dig into her hips as he slams deeper — the couch squeaks with every brutal stroke. She gasps when his balls slap against her clit, then moans louder when he flips her onto the coffee table. Laptop still running a sports game in the background, subtitles scrolling while they fuck like it’s their last night alive.
