Tan lines from stockings mark her thighs as she rocks back onto that cock like she’s been waiting years. Wet lips glisten, mascara streaked down her cheeks while she pretends not to notice someone watching. Bent over the armrest, tits swinging free—she knows someone’s there but keeps grinding harder. Deep thrusts slam into her asshole until it feels like he’ll split her open. She didn’t expect this when you came home early. Stockings torn halfway down, panties still on one hip—just a quick grab and pull before he’s buried balls-deep. Her breath hitches, fingers clawing at the fabric of his shirt like she needs something to hold onto.
