He didn’t expect to walk in and find her like this—red hair fanned across his pillow, tits bouncing as another man’s hips slam into hers from behind. The couch cushions muffle her moans but not the wet sounds of pussy taking every inch. She turns her head just enough to lock eyes through the crack in the door, knowing someone’s watching… then bites down on a pillow as fingers dig into flesh for leverage. No warning. Just raw hunger.
