He didn’t mean to watch—but there she was, pink robe barely tied, creeping toward his room with a smirk that said ‘I know you’re listening.’ Then the door cracked just enough: thick thighs parting on the couch cushions, fingers already wet from teasing herself before flipping onto all fours and looking back over her shoulder. No warning—just a slow crawl toward him with those heavy tits swinging. When he finally steps into view? She doesn’t stop. Just grabs his belt buckle and pulls him between her lips like she owns him.
