Peeked through the door just as she straddled him on the rumpled sheets. Black thigh-highs pulled halfway down, pussy glistening from earlier teasing. First it was fingers—deep inside while he watched—but then those full lips swallowed him whole, tongue swirling under his balls like she owned them. No warning. No shame. Just a slow grind of hips against his thighs while her free hand toyed with herself through that torn lace panty. When he finally flipped her onto her back, knees hooked over his shoulders? That’s when you heard it—the wet slap of skin meeting skin as he buried himself to the hilt. And the worst part? She kept making eye contact like this wasn’t forbidden.
