Tan lines from stockings mark her thighs as she leans over the shelf, ass up for him. Cock buried deep while he holds her hips down—she bites her lip and looks back at the door like she knows someone’s watching. Flips onto her back mid-thrust, legs shaking on the dusty floorboards. Wet lips stretched around his shaft as cum drips down her chin. Doesn’t wipe it off until he flips them both over and starts pounding into that tight little asshole. Pretends to straighten shelves but keeps glancing at him through the mirror. The closet door creaks open just enough—she didn’t expect this kind of housekeeping.
