Watcher #7 - Part 6

Dude picks up in part 6 where the backyard blow-job nearly got caught. Decision is obvious. She gets dragged inside, stripped down, and manhandled onto the mattress. He stacks her hips so damn fast her shoulders nearly touch the footboard, leaving her legs dangling, head scrunched, heart beating between her own knees. Her wet slit stares at the popcorn ceiling. He kneels above her, plants palms beside her curved spine, sinks his length straight into her open hole. Lucky asshole catches every wet slap. She tilts farther, voice shoots like a wrecked whistle—``another?Fuck yes''—and he pushes harder, torso punching against thighs, balls smacking clit, horizon snapping between them. When he pulls back her asshole clutches, star twitching wild in the open air, slick running down the small of her back. ``Good girl,” he growls, loud, proud, and chaser hips crash again, drilling deeper than physics should allow.