...and then he loses it. No warning, no hesitation—just thick ropes painting her chest as she tilts her head back to catch every drop. Glasses fogged up from panting, hands gripping the sheets like this wasn’t planned but damn sure feels right. Red couch stains spreading under him where he fucked her doggy-style minutes before. Now she’s lying there smirking, fingers tracing his cum down between her tits while he wipes his mouth and pretends not to notice how good it looked.
