Don't make me scream, my parents are gonna hear us

She’s bent over the couch, panocha dripping, while he pistons into her with that vergota, each thrust slapping wet against her ass. Her moans turn to whimpers—'I’m gonna scream!'—but he slaps her cheek, growling, 'Then scream louder, morrita.' Outside, her parents laugh in the kitchen. She bites her lip, rides him harder, letting out a cry they can’t miss. Tinder match? Nah. This was a damn home invasion.