...and she knew someone was watching. Thick thighs squeezed together on the couch, long hair draped over his lap like a curtain while she hollows her cheeks for him. No warning—just that first deepthroat gasp when he grabs her hair and pulls her down harder. Saliva dripping onto his balls before she wipes it away with a smirk, knowing he can’t stop now. Then the switch—flips him onto his back and straddles him, tits bouncing as she rides him slow at first, just teasing... until those nails dig into his shoulders and she starts grinding like there’s no tomorrow.
