Jessica stood pressed against the wall, one eye fixed to the narrow gap, breath shallow as she watched Tina bounce on Daniel's cock.
Her own hand had slipped between her thighs; two fingers worked steadily over her clit, then slid inside, matching the wet rhythm she could hear from the bed.
*plap. plap. plap. plap*
The sound was deliberate, controlled. Daniel kept the pace steady and measured, every thrust deep but never reckless.
He knew Marnie and Darryl were sleeping just below.
One sharp cry, few loud slap of flesh, and the whole house might wake. So he held himself in check — hips rolling with precise power, the thick length of him disappearing into Tina again and again with a wet, muffled shlick that still managed to sound filthy in the quiet room.
Tina's drunk like face drifted closer to his, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. She was drowning in it — the stretch, the heat, the slow grind of his cock dragging against every sensitive place inside her.
