She pretends to straighten the pillows but her fingers are already working open that little black dress. The couch cushions give way under her weight as he buries himself inside her, hands gripping those heavy tits like they’re about to spill out. ‘Didn’t expect anyone here,’ she whispers with a smirk, grinding down harder until his face is buried between those thighs again. The door creaks open just enough for you to catch it—blonde hair fanning across the armrest, ass lifting off the seat as he slams into her from behind. She moans loud enough for someone outside to hear but doesn’t stop.
