You weren’t supposed to see this. The door cracked just enough—blonde hair spilling over the armrest, pink panties still half-on as she straddles the couch. One hand gripping a ring finger deep in her mouth, eyes locked on something unseen before she turns and spots you. No flinch. Just a slow smirk as she stands up, letting that tight little body sway toward where you are hiding. She doesn’t ask permission. Doesn’t warn him either—just sinks down onto that thick cock like it’s been waiting for her all damn day, tits bouncing with every thrust of his hips against the cushions.
