Tan lines on her inner thighs glow under the lamp as she peels off that last scrap of lace. No panties left, just wet lips already glistening when she sinks back into the cushions. Fingers trace slow circles over swollen pussy before diving in—fuck—and then those same fingers curl around a cock that wasn’t there two seconds ago. She knew someone was watching through the bedroom door but pretends not to notice. Legs hike up higher with every thrust, ass lifting off the couch like she’s begging for more friction against something harder.
