Peeking through the door, you see it—her back arched over the armrest of that green couch, blonde hair messy from being yanked. He wasn’t supposed to be there yet. She knew someone was watching but kept riding him harder anyway—squeezing that fat cock like she owned it. His hands grip her hips while she leans back for a deepthroat challenge, gagging around his length before flipping onto all fours for anal. No lube needed when she’s this wet. The couch cushions muffle every dirty sound as he slams into her from behind—fingers digging into soft flesh where thighs meet ass cheeks. She whimpers ‘yes’ between breaths like a confession you weren’t meant to hear.
