Tan lines creeping up her inner thighs where she’d been sitting half-naked all afternoon. The second he walked in, she didn’t even pretend to adjust—just arched that ass higher like she was begging for it. His mouth found her soaking wet slit before she could whisper his name, fingers digging into the couch cushions as her juices dripped down his chin. ‘Oh fuck… don’t stop,’ she moaned when he finally pulled back just long enough to flip her onto hands and knees—stockings already torn at the seams from gripping too tight.
