Bent over like an offering, white cotton barely covering anything, his cock slamming into her wet pussy raw and unprotected. She moans louder when he grips her hips hard enough to bruise. Switches to cowgirl mid-thrust—tits bouncing free—then drops down slow onto his lap, ass still exposed for seconds too long. No lube needed here; just thick heat and the sound of skin meeting skin. Her fingers dig into his shoulders when he flips her onto all fours again, this time with one hand braced against the wall like she’s holding herself up for someone watching. The way she looks back over her shoulder at nothing? Like she knew someone was peeking through that door all along.
