She didn’t expect to see him there. Didn’t expect this. Big red dress hiked up, heels clicking against the couch cushions as she straddles him with a smirk that says ‘you’re lucky I’m letting you live.’ Hair yanked back so hard he winces when her mouth crashes onto his cock—gagging, gagging—but she doesn’t stop. Flips him over mid-suck, legs spread wide for that perfect angle. Spanks his ass raw until he’s begging, then rides him backward off the couch like a fucking bronco. Cock buried to the hilt in her tight pussy while one hand grips his throat and the other pulls at her own nipples—she knows someone’s watching. Doesn’t care.
