...through the door, thick brunette with an orange bra bent over the couch armrest. Heads turned like they know someone’s there but don’t stop. Rough dry-humping starts slow—her tits jiggling against fabric—then his hands grip hips hard. She whimpers when he flips her onto her back, legs spread wide for that first deep thrust. No lube needed; just wet enough from teasing each other all day. Her fingers dig into his shoulders when it gets rougher, thighs shaking with every slam of cock inside pussy.
