She knew someone was watching when she climbed onto that couch—blonde hair messy, tits spilling over his waist. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted like a secret only this guy could hear. Bent over him first, ass tight and juicy, then straddling him slow—moaning so loud it vibrates through the cushions. His cock hits the back of her throat just as she flips him onto his stomach; fingers digging into his hips while he pounds up from behind. Legs shaking mid-air when he finally flips her again—this time face-down on the couch cushion, creampie dripping down her thighs before either can catch their breath.
