Half-naked in just a bra and panties, she didn’t hear you walk in. The green couch cushions muffle the sound of her gasps as that obscene pink dildo slides deeper into her already soaked slit—fingers digging into the fabric for grip. No lube needed; she’s that wet. Legs spread wider than they should be, heels hooked over your armrest like she’s daring you to watch. That fat head disappears between her thighs with every thrust, juices smearing down past swollen lips. She bites back whimpers when it bottoms out inside her, hips bucking off the couch like someone’s fucking her for real.
