Peek through the half-open door and you’ll see her: tattoo sleeves snaking up thick arms, nose ring glinting under the light, blonde curls messy from being tugged. She didn’t hear you come in—but she knows someone is. Three fingers already buried in that dripping pussy, knuckles flexing as she bites her lip harder. ‘Fuck…’ she whispers when her eyes lock onto yours, then wiggles deeper into the mattress like this is exactly what she wanted all along. No warning—just wet sounds filling the room as those plump tits heave with every breath.
