She pretends to be fixing a lightbulb but keeps glancing over at you through the half-open door. Then—her hand slips under that frilly blouse, fingers tracing slow circles over swollen nipples before she finally lets out a quiet moan. The second he steps closer? She grabs his wrist and pulls him into the room like this was always planned. Bent over the armchair, ass up in those lace panties she ‘forgot’ to take off—cock buried deep as he slams into her from behind. Her breath hitches when he reaches around and pinches both tits at once. Then she turns, straddles his face with no warning, and starts riding his mouth so hard her thighs shake.
