...You weren’t supposed to see this. The door was cracked open just enough, and there they were—her thick thighs wrapped around him, blue sheets tangled between them. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop. Curvy blonde with sagging tits pressed against his chest, nails digging into his back as he pinned her down. First it’s slow—his cock buried deep while she whimpers like she’s been waiting for this all day. Then the rhythm changes: hips snapping up off the couch cushions, ass bouncing with every thrust until the fabric squeaks under them both. No lube needed; she’s already soaked through from where he fingered her earlier (you saw that too).
