She was already on his tongue when you walked in—thick thighs clamped around his head, tits bouncing as she rides his face. The second she locks eyes with you through the crack in the door, that smirk says ‘You shouldn’t be watching.’ Then she flips onto her knees without breaking rhythm, grabs your cock mid-slap-and-lick session and sinks down hard. No warning, no lube—just raw heat until he’s buried balls-deep in that tight pussy while he finger-fucks her mouth. When they switch again for round two? She’s already dripping all over your sheets.
