Gabriela played tired just so her best friend would fuck her

Gabriela rolled over, fake-yawned, and whispered 'I'm too worn out...'—but her eyes were locked on his crotch. Her best friend knew the game. One hand on her hip, the other yanking her shorts down. No talk, just her ass up, moaning 'fuck me like you used to.' He didn’t need a second invite—vergota slid in, deep and rough, and she started riding him like she’d been starving for it. No romance. Just sweat, grit, and the kind of heat only two people who’ve fucked since high school can make.