'Ohhhh, you little sneak...' — that’s what her face says when she realizes he’s watching through the half-open door. Teeth sink into her lip as she lowers herself onto his lap, thighs squeezing like a vise around his hips. No lube needed; just raw, desperate friction. Her tits bounce with every thrust as she rides him backward toward the headboard—moans muffled against his shoulder when he flips her over and drives into her from behind. Ass clenches tight around him; fingers dig into the sheets like she’s trying to hold back but can’t. Then comes that look—eyes half-lidded, mascara smudged down one cheek—as she turns onto her knees and takes it in reverse cowgirl.
