Didn’t mean to peek—but there he was, fingers spread wide as that thick pink dildo slid past her lips. She knew someone was watching; legs parted just enough on the couch cushions while her free hand gripped the armrest like she’d been caught. No panties, no hesitation—just slow thrusts against her palm until her breath hitched. The Christmas lights flickered behind them, casting shadows over tanned skin and flushed cheeks as he whispered something filthy into her ear. Then came the real show: knees sinking into pillows, ass lifted just enough for him to guide it home...
