You weren’t supposed to see this. Dad’s girlfriend—blonde hair piled messy, tits swinging free—thinks she’s alone when she hikes up that skirt and straddles his pillow. First fingers deep into herself while biting her lip like she knows someone might be peeking. Then she flips onto all fours, ass high, rubbing herself against the sheets before grabbing something from under the bed. She didn’t hear you come in. Her thighs are slick when he walks back in—but instead of stopping, she just arches harder, moaning louder like it turns her on even more. No lube needed here. Just raw hunger for whatever comes next.
