Sydney never meant to cross the line—but when his eyes locked on hers over dinner, the challenge was set. Now, barefoot in moonlight, she slips into the master bedroom where he waits and she sleeps.
Every whisper is a risk. Every thrust a gamble. The wife’s steady breathing is the only soundtrack as Sydney rides the edge of ruin — mouths muffled, bodies silent, climax inches from discovery.
From grinding under shared sheets to a floor-shaking 'from behind' while beside the nightstand, the danger builds until Sydney flips the script — taking control in a reverse-ride that nearly... wakes up his wife.