Didn’t expect to see this. She pretends to fold laundry but keeps glancing at him through the mirror—then suddenly drops to her knees on that same couch where their boys nap. Tongue wrapped tight around his shaft while one hand grips his ass cheek like she’s memorizing every inch. Then—oh god—the way she takes it standing up, legs hooked around his waist as cum starts dripping down her thighs. No panties ever. Just stockings and that slow, greedy ride where he can’t hold back another second. Flips her onto all fours again but this time from behind—cock buried so deep in that warm asshole you’d swear they’re glued together by now. She knew someone was watching.
