She was supposed to be sleeping. Blindfold tight, lips parted just enough for a breathy moan when he finally bottoms out inside her asshole. Pretends not to notice the way his hands grip her thighs like he's afraid she'll slip off him mid-thrust. Purple dildo pressed against her clit while his cock hammers in and out—she can’t hold back the gasp when it hits that spot. The couch is soaked before they even get started, but neither of them cares. His fingers dig into her hips as she rides him backward, tits bouncing with every sloppy smack of skin on fabric. She knew someone was watching from the start—that’s why she left the living room door ajar.