She pretends to adjust her robe but doesn’t look away. Big tits heaving, mouth slightly open like she forgot how to breathe when those fingers slide in. ‘Ohhh—’ cuts off into a gagd moan as they push deeper. Doesn’t flinch when the guy whispers something dirty close to her ear; just clenches harder around them. Backs up against the couch cushions with a sigh, ass lifted high—no panties between them. The way she bites her lip mid-gasp tells you this isn’t rehearsed. Fingers curled inside her with slow precision while one hand grips the armrest like she’s holding on for dear life. ‘More…’ comes out strangled when he adds another digit without warning.
