Peeked through the door and saw her: full-figured blonde sprawled across your living room couch, tits heaving, ass up in the air. One hand gripping that Hitachi like it’s her last lifeline while the other works between those thick thighs. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop—just bit down on her lip harder when she felt eyes on her. The first gush soaked into your cushions before she even noticed. Then came the moans, raw and desperate, as she arched back against whatever was buried inside her. Legs spread wide enough for both of us to see how wet she gets when no one’s supposed to be looking.
