Peeked through a cracked door, didn’t expect to see this. Blonde curls tangled in sweat, tits heaving as fingers tease between thick thighs. She gasps when you shift—pretends not to notice—but keeps grinding against something unseen. Then it clicks: that muffled groan isn’t from a toy. Legs spread wider on the bedspread, hips rolling slow at first, then faster—until she bites down on her lip and lets out a sound that says she knows. The angle shifts; now it’s full-on riding bareback with no lube needed. Her nails dig into whatever’s behind her while her free hand slips under herself—messy, desperate strokes before collapsing forward with cum dripping down her chin.
