Tan lines from her stockings peek under that blue dress as she lies ‘asleep’—but one hand clenches the pillowcase while the other strokes slow, deliberate. Then her lips part for him, wet and swollen after that secret session earlier. Flips onto all fours on the couch cushion, ass high enough to see how soaked she is already. Cock buried past her gag reflex before he even pulls out fully. She gags once, twice—tears welling up—but keeps swallowing until his thighs tremble. When he finally flips her over, legs spread wide against the armrests: there it is. Thick fingers circle her entrance first, teasing until she’s begging for more.
