She knew someone was watching. Bound wrists jerking against the sheets, tits heaving like she can’t breathe right. ‘Please…’—whispers between moans—as fingers fail to fill what only a cock can stretch. Panties yanked down mid-sentence; pussy glistening like she’s been waiting all damn day. Thighs clamp shut when you peek through the door but not before you see her teeth sink into her lip—hungry. Then comes the sound: wet slaps of skin hitting skin where her ass meets his hips, legs hooked tight around him while she arches back with a gagd cry...
