She didn’t even turn around. Freshly showered in a black lace bra and garter belt, Sophia leans over the balcony rail like she’s checking something outside—while his hands grip her hips from below. Stockings hiked up past her thighs, ass cheeks flexing as he drives deep inside her pussy without warning. The door was left ajar. She knew someone was watching when that first cock hit home. Now she rides him backward on the edge of the couch, legs wrapped around his waist like she’s been waiting years for this moment. His fingers dig into her ribs when he flips her onto all fours again—the sound of skin smacking against skin fills the room. No panties. No hesitation either.
