The creak of the floorboard alerts them, but it's too late. He's caught, his face still buried in her ass, her pants around her ankles. They freeze, hearts pounding, as he storms in, demanding to know what's going on. She tries to play it cool, but her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair give her away. He tells them to finish what they started, to enjoy each other while they can, before storming off, leaving them to their taboo lust. They don't need to be told twice, picking up where they left off, their moans and grunts filling the house.