Tan lines creeping up her thighs as she straddles his lap, bare pussy grinding against denim. Didn't notice you peeking through the crack in the door—her wet tongue wraps around him first, slow and deliberate before taking more than half down her throat. Tits bounce free while she rides his face next, hips rolling like she’s practicing for an audition no one invited her to. The bed frame groans under hard thrusts from behind—inked roses on her ass jiggling as he slaps it raw. She reaches back without looking away from your direction, two fingers already slick inside herself before curling them toward that spot only someone should touch. You shouldn’t be watching this. She knows.
