You weren’t supposed to see this. She came in for a ‘fake’ audition—tight tank top, ripped jeans, all that fake innocence—but the second you walked in, her eyes locked onto yours like she’d been caught doing something naughty. Now she’s straddling your lap on the couch, tits heaving as she rides you slow at first… then faster when no one’s looking. The way her thighs squeeze? She knows exactly what she’s doing—and that it shouldn’t happen here. No lube needed. Just raw heat between those thick thighs while her nails dig into your back.
