Peeking through a cracked door shouldn’t have been this good. She knew someone was watching but pretended not to notice—just another ‘accident’ with her slave’s mouth buried between her thighs. Latex squeaks as she straddles him, fingers tangled in his hair, forcing him deeper until he gags. Then the real fun starts. Couch cushions sink under her weight as she flips him onto his back and pins those legs open wider than polite company allows. Black boots dig into his ribs for leverage while she rides him raw—no mercy, just that slow grind of a woman who knows what she wants.
