Peeking through the half-open door of a cozy living room, you catch Merce on all fours with her stockings rolled up—no panties, just smooth skin waiting. The couch cushions are already damp from earlier when she straddled his lap like it was nothing. Now he’s got her bent over the armrest, fingers digging into those heavy tits while his cock hammers home. She pretends not to notice when your breath catches—but she knows exactly what’s happening. Flips onto her back with legs spread wide for another angle, nails raking down his chest as he buries himself inside again and again. That creaky old sofa groans under them both.
