'Didn’t expect me to be home,' she purrs—but her voice cracks when his fingers slide between those heavy tits first. Then the couch cushions muffle her whimpers as he flips up that skirt, stockings bunching around thighs that shake with every thrust. 'Harder,' she begs, nails digging into leather when his cock buries itself past lips slick with need. The angle? She’s taking it all from behind while pretending this isn’t exactly what she wanted since day one.
