She pretends to fold laundry but keeps glancing at him through the mirror. Legs spread just enough for his fingers to slip inside while she hums along to music. Didn’t expect this when he walked in—thick thighs parting for his tongue before she even knows what hit her. Bent over the armchair like an obedient girl again, stockings clinging tight as he slams into her from behind. Ass jiggling hard against him, moans muffled by the cushion. Flips her onto all fours on the floor—cock buried deep where it shouldn’t be going. Her hands grip the couch edges as he pounds harder, nails digging in like she wants more than just another quick fuck.
