...through a half-open door, you see it: thick thighs clamped around his waist as she slams down onto him for real. Leopard print sleeves bunch up—tits bouncing like they’ve been waiting all day. Then she flips mid-air, lands on her knees with that same smirk and takes him deeper than before. No lube needed; just wetness and desperation. The floor creaks under them both.
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