She knew someone was watching. Blonde hair messy, mascara smeared from rubbing her eyes open too fast—then that first wet suckle on his shaft like she’d been waiting for this all night. Legs spread just enough to let him see how deep she’ll go without being asked. His hands grip her head as she gags back tears, saliva dripping down her chin in thick ropes while he whispers filthy things no one should hear. The door creaks once… but she doesn’t stop.
