Living room couch, curtains twitching like someone peeked too long. She knew someone was watching—hair in a messy bun, glasses slipping down her nose—but kept grinding harder anyway. Bent over his lap, ass exposed to the hallway, fingers digging into his shoulders while he fucks her slow and deep. Then she turns her head just enough to catch him staring from the doorway. No lube needed. Cock slides right in where it belongs. Flips onto all fours with one hand gripping the armrest for leverage, back arching as he pulls out and slams back in.
