She was already wet when she heard him come home. Legs spread on the couch, fingers buried in herself before she even saw him through the doorway. The second his belt buckle hits the floor, she pulls him down by his cock and moans like it’s been years—not weeks. Tits bouncing, nails digging into his back, she rides him until her thighs shake, then flips onto all fours and begs for it rougher. Stockings ripped mid-thrust, cum dripping down her ass crack while she bites the pillow to keep quiet… but not quiet enough.
