Tan lines on her thighs glow under the bathroom light as she straddles his lap, tits heaving with every sloppy kiss. Lips smeared from deepthroating, chin glistening while she moans into his shaft. One hand grips his balls like she owns them; the other slides down between her own legs—already dripping for this forbidden taste. The couch cushions are soaked where they dry-hump before flipping positions mid-suck. Her free hand tugs at her shirt until it’s bunched up, exposing heavy tits bouncing with each bob of her head. A muffled pop escapes when he hits the back of her throat—and she doesn’t pull off. Someone clears their throat near the door… but neither stops.
