She knew someone was peeking through the curtains when she climbed onto that couch like it belonged to her. Gypsy Nicole—big tits, bigger attitude—straddles him from behind, ass up, and starts riding slow at first before slamming down hard enough to make the cushions creak. His hands grip her hips while hers slide up his chest like she’s marking territory. Then she flips around fast as hell, cowgirl position but not for long—she pins his arms above his head and grinds down so deep you can hear that wet thunk. His face turns red; she knows exactly what he wants next because this isn’t their first time pretending no one sees.
