Oops! I Got Caught!

Liv’s dressed for a night out when Zack’s absence stretches thin. Raul takes the cue. They fall into a kiss that deepens fast, the kind that makes clothes feel like an inconvenience. On her knees, Liv takes Raul in her mouth, lips working in slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes half-lidded. The front door opens mid-thrust of her tongue. Zack freezes at the sight. Liv doesn’t flinch. “Maybe you should punish me.” He answers with a hard slap to her ass, palm cracking against skin. Raul seizes the moment, pushing back between her lips. Clothes come off in quick, impatient movements. Soon she’s stretched between them, Zack driving into her pussy, Raul buried in her ass, their rhythm turning the room into a tangle of skin and low, insistent moans. Every inch of her is claimed at once, her petite frame taking the double rhythm until nothing else exists but sweat, heat, and the sound of bodies meeting.