Didn’t expect to walk in on her like this—blonde hair messy from the pillow, tits spilling over the couch edge, fingers already tracing slow circles through her soaked panties. The way she bites her lip when she feels your eyes on her… then pretends not to notice while you adjust yourself. Slides down onto your cock without warning, thighs trembling as she rides you right there on the living room furniture. No lube needed—just wetter than hell and begging for more before flipping you both around.
