She pretends to adjust the dress but doesn’t hide a thing when he walks in. Red satin clings tight as she straddles his lap right there on the couch—tits pressing into his chest, breath hot against his ear. One hand slips under her skirt and finds him hard before she even sits all the way down. Then it’s over quick: flipped onto her back with knees pinned open, red stilettos dangling from ankles. Cock slams deep without warning—her head bounces off the cushions with every brutal thrust. She moans loud enough for someone outside to hear but keeps those thighs locked around his waist like she wants this caught.
