She knows someone’s watching. Blonde curls tangled from gripping the cushions too hard, lips parted in a gasp as he slams up into her. The couch creaks under their weight—no one else home but you. She arches back just enough to let him see how wet she is for it, thighs slick with pre-cum already dripping down his shaft. ‘Oh fuck… don’t stop,’ she moans low enough that anyone close could hear—but loud enough for you to imagine what happens next if you stay secret long enough.
