'Oh fuck—yes, right there!' A woman you know too well is spread out on your couch, legs hooked over the armrest, fingers lost inside herself. Tits bouncing with every thrust of her hand. She glances toward the hallway like she senses someone watching but doesn’t slow down. Whispers dirty talk between gasps—‘I shouldn’t be doing this… but I can feel it.’ Then those same lips wrap around something thick and wet sounds fill the room.
