The clock read 3 a.m. The room was silent, only the sound of his heavy breathing mingling with the distant noise of the night. Suddenly, she appears, hair loose, thin nightgown clinging to her body. Without ceremony, she straddles him, rubbing her damp pussy against his underwear, marked by his rapidly growing erection. "I want to fuck," she whispered, her voice husky with lust. He opens his eyes slowly, surprised, but the shock turns to immediate desire when he feels the weight of her body on his. His hands slide beneath her nightgown, finding her warm, smooth, already goosebumped skin. She doesn't wait for an answer. She pushes her panties aside, grabs his hard cock, and hurriedly guides it into her soaking pussy. A muffled moan fills the room as she sinks in, feeling every inch fill her. The movement is intense, urgent. She rides hard, her hair messy, her moans growing louder, echoing off the walls. He holds her waist tightly, helping the rhythm #naughty