She knew someone was watching as she played hostess—then some guy walks in off the street. No foreplay, just him yanking up that lace panty and burying his cock deep inside her wet pussy before she can even gasp. Her legs wrap around his waist while he slams into her from behind on that damn couch. Flips her onto all fours like an animal, ass high in the air. Hands grip those thick thighs hard enough to bruise while he pounds until cum gushes out of her dripping cunt. She doesn’t stop him—not even when it gets messy, not even when they’re both breathing ragged through the doorframe. Then she turns back toward it one last time… pretending to adjust something near the window.
