...tan lines from stockings still visible as she spreads her legs wider for him, creamy thighs glistening under the couch light. Her pink panties are already soaked when he yanks them aside—no warning, just a deep groan as his fingers sink into her dripping pussy before he even touches his cock to it. She rides him first, nails digging into his shoulders while her head falls back in slow-motion ecstasy, then flips onto all fours with a smirk that says ‘you weren’t supposed to see this.’ The couch cushions muffle every dirty sound...
