Peeking through the half-open bedroom door—there she is on the couch, her girlfriend’s mom in nothing but a loose blouse and panties that barely cover. Legs wrapped around his waist like she owns him. Cock buried balls-deep while he groans into her neck. She knew someone was watching. Tosses a pillow over them both when they hear footsteps outside but doesn’t stop grinding down harder. Tits swinging free from the flimsy fabric, nails digging into his back like she’s marking territory. No lube needed. The couch creaks under their weight as her hips snap forward again and again—moisture dripping onto his thighs before he finally comes with a gagd gasp inside her tightest hole.