'You shouldn’t be here.' The words hissed as her nails dug into his shoulders. Hair pulled back hard, tits bouncing with every rough thrust. No foreplay—just raw, messy fucking on the bed while her friend snored in the next room. Cock buried to the hilt between thick thighs, smacking skin louder than their breathing. 'Louder,' she whispers when he hesitates. 'She’ll hear.' Then comes the gagging—his face pressed into her tits while she rides him like she owns him.
