She knew someone was watching when she climbed onto that couch. Thick thighs gripping his waist, blonde hair falling over her face as she grinds down hard enough to hear the cushions creak. Hair pulled back in a tight ponytail—no mercy for his dick this time. Switches positions mid-thrust, ass slapping against his chest before he even realizes what’s happening. Spins around suddenly, legs pinned open by his hands while he tries to hold her still—she laughs like it’s funny until he shoves two fingers deep inside her pussy and finds just how wet she is from pretending not to notice earlier.
