'Caught' doesn't even begin to describe it. The door creaks open just as she's already straddling him, tits bouncing like they’re made for rough hands. No foreplay—just teeth sinking into his shoulder as she rides him hard enough the bed frame groans. Hair pulled back so hard you can see the roots shaking when he yanks her up mid-thrust and starts pounding from behind. Ass jiggling, thighs slapping together—she wants every bruise tomorrow morning. Then he spins her around one last time, shoves those heavy tits together and comes all over them like a man who knows exactly what she craves.
