She knew. The way her fingers dug into his back when he entered her from behind, how she arched against the couch cushions like she’d been caught doing something forbidden. Thick thighs gripping his waist, black fishnets snagging on the leather—she wasn’t supposed to be this loud. But then again… neither was he watching. First it’s doggy-style with her ass high enough to see everything, then she flips onto her back mid-thrust and locks eyes like daring him to keep going. No warning, no hesitation—just raw hunger for what shouldn’t happen here.
