Somebody left their bedroom door unlocked. Pink hair, neon nails, and a face already flushed with defiance as she straddles the bed—but this isn’t playtime. A bare-chested guy grabs her hips before she even settles, yanking her onto his lap like he owns the place. No words exchanged yet; just hands gripping hard enough to leave marks. Doggy style starts brutal: ass up, face down into the sheets as he buries himself deep with zero warning. Every thrust shakes the mattress, every grunt sounds like a threat. She’s not fighting it—she’s moaning through it, fingers clawing at the comforter like she needs something to hold onto when he slaps her ass mid-stroke.
