Tan lines from yesterday’s bikini still visible where her shorts ride up—she didn’t expect him to walk in. Dildo already slick with wetness, knuckles deep between those heavy folds. The second he clears his throat, she bites back a moan but keeps grinding against it like she can’t help herself. Legs spread wider on the couch cushions, one foot hooked over the armrest while fingers dig into soft flesh for leverage. When he finally speaks—‘You’ve been hiding this?’—her breath hitches and that swollen clit betrays her with a twitch. No time to play coy: she yanks him down by his belt before the words even finish.
