‘Oh fuck yes—harder!’ She knew someone was watching when she bent over him on that poolside lounge. Fingers kneading oil into his shoulders, but it’s not a massage anymore. Her tits brush against his back every time she leans in too close. Then the couch creaks wrong. One hand slips between her thighs while the other grips his cock like she’s been dying for this since day one. Moaning so loud you’d think they were alone—but no one leaves before the cumshot hits her ass. She wipes it off with a smirk, like she was in control all along.
