She knew someone was watching when she sat down on that stool. Green bikini bottoms barely contain her—thighs clamped tight around the toy as if holding back isn’t an option. Hair gets yanked hard enough to make her gasp; one hand grips the chair for leverage while the other works her clit like it owes her money. The dildo doesn’t just slide in—it hammers up until she’s bouncing on its length, moans strangled between teeth. No slow buildup here. She leans forward, ass pressing into his chest (or whoever’s behind that camera), legs shaking from how deep it goes. A sharp smack lands somewhere private—maybe not even by accident—and she arches harder into it all.
