Didn’t expect to see her squatting right there on the couch, tattoos peeking out from under that oversized shirt. Big hands wrap around his balls first—light at first, then harder. She knows someone’s watching; doesn’t stop pretending she’s just ‘helping.’ Leans down slow like it’s some kind of innocent massage… until her tongue hits the sensitive spot and he gasps. Tits swaying as she straddles him mid-action, thighs squeezing tight around his hips. Doesn’t use lube—just wet heat and those rough fingertips working magic deep inside him. Swallows every load without breaking eye contact, smirking like she owns him now.
