'You shouldn’t be watching.' She whispers it with a smirk, blindfold tight against her flushed skin as fingers trace up her thighs. The couch cushions are already damp where she’s grinding down on him, tits bouncing with every rough thrust. He flips her onto all fours mid-sentence—no warning—and buries his cock so deep she gasps around the gag in her mouth. Stockings torn at the knees from gripping too hard. When he finally pulls out just to watch his cum drip down between those heavy cheeks? She licks it off like she’s been waiting for this.
