Torn black lace thong still clinging to her thighs when she realizes someone might be watching through the door. She doesn’t stop. Legs spread wide on the rumpled sheets while he kneels between them, gripping her hips like she’s about to break free. No foreplay—just raw thrusts that make the headboard crash against the wall every time his balls slap against her ass. Her nails dig into his shoulders when he switches angles, grinding down hard enough for cum to leak out of her stretched pussy by the end.
