She wasn’t supposed to be home this early. But there she is—legs spread over the couch, fingers already teasing herself while he watches from the doorway. No words needed; just a whimper and that hungry look as he steps closer. His cock slides between her lips before she even finishes unbuttoning his jeans. Knees sink into the cushions, ass lifting just enough to take him deeper. Sloppy sounds fill the room as spit drips down her chin—she doesn’t care if it gets messy. One hand grips his hip like an anchor while the other works her clit in desperate circles. ‘More,’ she gasps around him, voice thick with need.
