Tanned inner thighs glisten under her lifted skirt. Lace stocking tops peek out from beneath the hem as she settles over his mouth, hips rocking slow then faster. Fingers tangle in her hair while he grips her ass cheeks wide open—her breath hitches every time his tongue finds that spot. The couch springs creak with each thrust of her hips; one hand slips between them to tease herself while he can’t stop licking deeper. She knew someone was watching through the bedroom door but didn’t care—just kept riding until her legs shook and those high heels dug into the fabric behind him.
