Peeking through the half-open door, you shouldn’t be seeing this: a curvy mom in a red shirt sitting too close on the couch. Glasses slipping down as she bites her lip at every lick. His tongue teases that tight little slit—click—she freezes when someone walks by but doesn’t pull away. Then hands grab those thick thighs and spread them wider for his face buried deep. Her breath hitches, nails digging into cushions like she’s supposed to be doing homework instead of riding his mouth right there in plain sight.
