Tan lines on her inner thighs where stockings used to be. She’s caught you watching now—back arched, tits bouncing free from that loose tank top. One hand grips his shoulder while the other slides down between them, fingers teasing her clit as he slams up hard. No words needed—just the sound of skin slapping against skin and her breath hitching every time he bottoms out. The bed creaks under them, sheets tangled around their hips. She knew someone was peeking through that door all along.
