You weren’t supposed to see this. One minute you’re passing through the hallway, next you’re pressed against the doorframe watching a younger guy pinned between two women who know someone’s peeking. The brunette with inked arms is riding his face like she owns it—stockings snagging on her thighs as she grinds down hard enough for him to gag. Then the real show starts: granny in fishnets grabs his hips and yanks him up mid-swallow, flipping him onto his back so fast he barely has time to breathe before she straddles his cock. No lube, no warning—just raw hunger.
