Black stockings torn mid-thrust, thong dangling off one thigh—she didn’t hear him come in but feels his eyes burning through the door. Back arched over the bedspread, tits bouncing with each slam of his cock into that tight little ass. Fishnets slip lower with every grind until they’re just a memory tangled in the sheets. She knows someone’s watching but doesn’t stop—just bites her lip harder when he grabs her hair and starts fucking her like she belongs to him.