She pretends to nap but tenses up every time he gets closer. The second his fingers brush her hairy slit, her eyes flutter shut—oh god—then widen when he lines himself up. Hair clinging to thighs, asshole gaping wider than you’d expect for someone her age. Fuck—he slams in hard enough to make the coffee table rattle; she whimpers into the pillow but doesn’t stop him. No lube needed—her juices slick his cock as he bottoms out again and again. Her breath hitches when he pulls back just to slam forward deeper this time, fingers digging into the couch fabric beneath them both. Don’t look now, but that smile? She knows someone’s watching.
