He wasn’t supposed to be there. But when he walked in and saw her spread out on the couch—fingers already deep inside her dripping pussy—he couldn’t resist. She pretends to be shocked at first, but those moans give her away as he flips her onto all fours and slams into that tight heat from behind. Tits bouncing with every thrust, nails digging into the cushions as she takes every inch. Then it gets worse: he spins her around mid-thrust and pins those legs back against his chest while she gags on his cock right there on the furniture. No warning, no mercy—just raw hunger as cum floods down her throat before they collapse together in a sweaty heap of guilt and pleasure.
