Stumbled into the living room at midnight—should’ve knocked first. There she is, bent over the armrest of his couch with just a sheet half-draped over those saggy tits, taking it doggy while he sleeps upstairs. No warning, no shame—just that wet slap every time she takes him deep. Her nails dig into the cushion as she pushes back harder, ass jiggling like jelly when he grabs her hips from behind (but it’s not him). She knows someone saw—but keeps going anyway.
