She’s three months gone but still hungry for cock like a starving bitch. Niqab barely covering those swollen lips, hands gripping the doorframe as he slams into her from behind. Doesn’t care who hears—moans muffled through fabric, legs trembling against the wall. Flips her onto the couch cushions, jeans around ankles—her pussy dripping down his thighs before she even sits. Rides him raw and messy while pretending to adjust her niqab like nothing’s happening. Last thrusts deep enough to make him see stars through the blinds—cum shooting straight up inside that tight little belly.
