Peeking through the bedroom door, you catch her mid-motion—blonde hair messy, lace mask half-slipped down as she gags on thick cock. One hand gripping his hip for balance, the other buried deep inside herself. The couch creaks under shifting weight when she rolls off him onto all fours, tits swinging free from that black-and-white striped top. Then—thud—she’s back on top again, riding slow and deliberate like she’s testing how long he can last before flipping him flat and taking control.
