Dark blue sheets bunched up at her waist as she didn’t hear you come in. Stocking-clad thighs quiver around that thick pink toy—no panties left behind. One hand grips the armrest like it’s holding back, other fingers sloppy-wet between her tits. Whimpers turn into moans when she presses deeper, hips bucking off the couch like someone’s watching (because they are). The box of lube sits open beside her—fresh prints all over it—and you can see why.
