Kiss... Don't Tell 3

Marco Bull spots Selva Lapiedra in the park and decides he’s taking her home. Problem is the cleaner’s still there, so they’ve gotta fuck without making a peep. She’s got that thick dark bush between her thighs and he’s already got two fingers knuckle-deep in her, working her over while she bites her lip to stay quiet. Marco’s big and thick, stretching her open slow and steady, his hand clamped over her mouth when she starts to moan. She grinds down on his fingers, hairy lips slick and shiny, every thrust making her legs shake but nobody upstairs hears a thing. He keeps her pinned, pumping into that tight wet heat, sweat starting to bead on his back while they try not to make the bed creak. Every time she gets close he slows down, smirking, knowing exactly how badly she needs to come but can’t let herself make a sound.