Moans cut through the air like a warning—too late. She’s already got his cock in her mouth, fingers tangled in his hair as she deepthroats without asking. No time to protest, no chance to pull away. The bed creaks under their weight when she flips him onto his back and straddles him bareback, tits bouncing with every hard ride. Tan lines on her thighs smear against the sheets as she grinds down harder, nails digging into his chest for leverage. His hands grip her hips but can’t stop the relentless pace—sloppy wet sounds fill the room while she whispers filthy shit straight into his ear: ‘You’ve been dreaming of this since I moved in.