...tan line from bikini bottoms still visible where she never took them off. Fingers wrapped around a cock through the slit of the couch cushion, knuckles white and glistening with sweat. She knew someone was there but didn’t stop—just spread wider for him, ass lifting just enough to show how wet it gets when he’s buried inside. That moment when she realizes you’re staring back? Her lips part like she’s about to whisper something dirty...
