Thick thighs wrapped tight around his waist, tan line from those black stockings cutting into her creamy skin. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop—just leaned back harder as he buried himself deep inside. Pussy clenching like she’d been waiting forever. The couch cushions soaked through before either of them even noticed the mess spreading down her legs. Then she did something worse: turned to look over her shoulder with that smirk, like daring whoever’s peeking to get closer.
