Flowered robe slides off one shoulder first, then the other, pooling around her waist like an invitation. No panties. Thick thighs clamp down on his face as she rides him backward onto the couch, hips rolling slow at first—then faster when she realizes someone might be watching through that cracked door. His hands grab those heavy tits while his tongue works between her legs; she arches back with a gasp that sounds almost guilty. Then he flips her over mid-thrust and slams into that wet pussy from behind, fingers digging into soft flesh where the robe finally slips away completely.
