...heard the couch creak first. Peeked through the door just in time to see her back arch off the cushions—leopard-print robe gaping open, heavy tits jiggling as she grinds into his mouth. Didn’t even notice he was bald until she grabbed his head and pulled him deeper between her thighs. Next thing? She’s up on all fours, ass high enough to smack, legs spread wide like an invitation you weren’t supposed to take. Then—click—the belt buckle undoes itself mid-thrust while he pins her hips down. No warning before he flips her onto her back, knees hooked over his shoulders.
