Tiffany Rousso didn’t expect to be caught like this—blonde hair wild, tits swinging free over the armrest of that leather couch. She knew someone was watching when he flipped her onto her stomach, knees splayed open. First it was fingers in that dripping pussy, then a tongue so deep she gasped out loud. Now his cock is sliding between those cum-slicked cheeks while she bites down on the cushion to keep from screaming... and every thrust makes those painted toes twitch.
