She pretends to be busy in the kitchen but her mouth is all over his cock like she’s been waiting years. Hair down, lips stretched obscenely around him while her fingers dig into his thighs. Then—she grabs that fucking thing from under the bed and doesn’t even ask if he wants it. Bent over the couch cushions, ass up for both of them at once. His hands on her hips holding her steady as she rides it hard enough to shake the whole room. Stockings slipping down her thighs but neither of them care. The way she whimpers when he slams into her pussy from behind while still sucking him off? Like this was always meant to be caught.
