She was supposed to be stretching—but her eyes locked onto him through the door like she knew he’d catch her. Thighs slick with juices, tits bouncing as she rides her fingers harder. The second he steps inside, she spreads wider, moans louder—‘You’re late for class.’ His cock springs out before he even touches her; one hand grabs a tit while the other buries himself balls-deep in that dripping pussy from behind. Her nails dig into his forearm when he hits deep spots; legs quiver every time his hips slap against her ass. Then she flips him onto the mat mid-thrust and straddles him—no lube needed.
