Without a bra to restrain them, her breasts bounced freely against his chest, the soft, heavy flesh jiggling with each measured thrust, her nipples scraping against his shirt in a way that made her whimper, the friction igniting sparks that shot straight to her throbbing clit.
She felt so exposed, so slutty—her top half-pulled up like a wanton invitation, her shorts and panties tangled at her ankles, her slick folds exposed and stretched around his thick cock, the lewd squelch of their joining filling the room like a dirty secret.
A knock sounded on the other side of the door, sharp and sudden.
"Eva?" her mother's voice called, calm but curious. "What do you want for dinner? I'm starting now."
Eva's breath hitched, her body tensing as Lor thrust again, the motion making the door creak faintly under their combined weight.
She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle a moan, her pussy fluttering wildly around him, betraying her with a fresh gush of wetness that trickled down his balls.
