She knew someone was watching when she stretched out on that same couch after the beach. Justine Jakobs’ lips part around his dick like she’s been waiting forever—moisture dripping down her chin as he fucks her slow, raw. Tits bouncing with every thrust, nails digging into his back while she bites her lip harder than necessary. Then that look—the one where she catches him staring through the door before smirking and grinding deeper. Legs wrap tight around his waist as cum starts leaking out of her pussy onto the cushions. No lube needed; just saltwater residue and desperate sounds filling up the room.
