‘Yeahhhh, right there!’ Her voice cracks like she’s been waiting years for this. Teen boy pinned beneath her tits, fingers tangled in blonde hair while she rides him raw on the bedsheets. Moaning so loud it shakes the walls, but when he turns his head toward the window? She just grinds harder. No lube needed—her juices drip down his balls as she slams back onto him. Ass wiggling, thighs shaking, one hand gripping the headboard like a lifeline while the other traces slow circles over her own clit. ‘Oh fuck,’ he groans when she suddenly flips them both onto their sides, still buried inside.
