He didn’t knock. Just walked in and caught her half-dressed on the couch, fingers already tracing the curve of her ass before she even turned around. Blonde hair loose, tits heavy against black lace as he presses his palm between her thighs—her own fingers already wet from playing with herself earlier. The rose tattoo on her hip blooms under his touch while she bites that full bottom lip like this is supposed to happen. No words yet, just heat building as he watches those hips roll when she thinks no one’s looking.
