She knew someone was watching when she climbed onto him like a fucking queen—stockings clinging to her thick legs, tits bouncing with every thrust. No bed frame holding them up this time; just raw, sloppy missionary with her heels digging into his back. Then flips him over so fast he gasps: doggy style from behind, ass lifted high for that perfect angle. Her nails leave crescent marks on his shoulders while he holds her hips down hard enough to bruise. The mattress creaks under their weight as she rides him through it—moans muffled by his mouth between deep breaths of air. When he finally pulls out and pushes her onto all fours again? She doesn’t even protest.
