'You shouldn’t be watching,' she whispers—but her eyes stay locked on you. Haruna leans against the doorframe as two amateur lesbians start slow: fingers tracing lace bras, tongues already wet. One girl moans into a kiss while the other tugs at her skirt, hips lifting off the couch. No panties left to hide it when thighs part and lips meet pussy—wet sounds filling the room like someone forgot to knock. Hands grip asses tight; teeth sink into shoulders just enough to leave marks.
