Peeking through the half-open door—older woman with long dark hair and a body that still turns heads is spread out on the couch. One hand teasing herself slow, lips parted like she's waiting for something. Then he steps inside. She doesn’t stop when he enters—just lets out a quiet moan as his fingers brush against hers before taking over entirely. The way she bites her lip while grinding back into his touch tells you everything: she knew someone was watching. No foreplay needed when both of them are already wet. He flips her onto all fours right there on the cushions, cock sliding deep without hesitation.
