She pretends to adjust the remote but never stops. Big tits bouncing, thighs trembling as that oversized toy buries itself inside her again and again. ‘Harder,’ she whispers when he presses deeper—her nails dig into his shoulders like this is forbidden. The way she rocks back and forth makes the cushions creak under her weight. One hand grips the armrest, fingers white-knuckled from holding on too tight while the other reaches down between her legs to guide him in just right. No panties in sight—just slick heat dripping onto his hands. Then she turns those dark eyes up at him with a smirk: ‘You didn’t expect me to be this loud.
