Oh god oh god—Jenny’s voice cracks mid-moan, thick thighs wrapped around his waist as the couch cushions sink deeper. Fingers buried inside her already dripping pussy, then a slow grind down onto him with that pregnant belly swaying between them. ‘You’re gonna make me cum so hard,’ she gasps, nails digging into his shoulders like she’s been waiting for this all day. The door creaks—she freezes mid-thrust but doesn’t stop. Just bites her lip and rides him harder through the tension of being caught.
