She hums along to music while pretending to use that pink dildo, legs spread just enough. Didn’t expect someone peeking through the blinds—still doesn’t stop when she feels fingers brush her thigh. ‘Who’s there?’ she asks, voice breathy as he pulls off his shirt. Slides down on the couch, ass up, and grinds back against him like she’s been waiting years. Pink vibe forgotten by frame three—she grabs his wrist and guides his cock right where it belongs. Deepthroat practice turns into sloppy wet sounds as cum drips down her chin. Flips onto her back for round two: legs pinned wide open while he buries himself inside again.
