Shh...

"Hehe, you practically begged for this, didn't you? Now brace your body, stay completely silent, and take it." Carl rubbed the heavy head of his shaft up and down her dripping trench, coating it thoroughly with the slick precum left behind from her earlier handjob.

Thrust...

"Ngn-ahnn-ahn! Slower... ahn, don't push it in too deep yet, Carl—ahnn-ahn..." She bowed her head lower, clamping both hands tightly over her mouth to swallow her cries.

"You're so damn tight, Natasha. You're squeezing my dick like a vice... hehe, what an absolute slut. Do you get off this much on knowing you're getting thoroughly fucked while your daughter is sitting just a few meters away?"

"Ngh-ahnn-ahnn... I'm not that kind of woman... ahh, but don't you dare stop." She risked a quick glance toward the living room; thankfully, Aria remained completely engrossed in her TV series, utterly oblivious to the scandalous sounds of her mother's backdoor ravaging.