She pretends to fold laundry but keeps glancing at the door like she knows someone’s watching. Then—husband walks in, shirt off, and before you can blink, she drops to her knees right there on the tile. Deepthroats him slow, eyes locked on yours through the peephole. Rough hands yank up that robe. She gasps when he pins her against the couch cushions—cock already slick with pre-cum—and bucks into her from behind. Tits swinging free as he fucks that pussy raw. Flips her over mid-thrust. Now it’s cowgirl hell: ass up high enough to see his balls slap against skin when he slams home. ‘Harder,’ she breathes—but it ain’t just for show.
