She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop. Husband out of the house, office door left ajar—just enough to see her crawl onto the couch in those tight purple panties, legs spread wide before she even touches herself. Fingers diving deep first, then reaching for nothing because she needs it buried inside her right now. Ass lifts off the cushions when she feels empty air where cock should be. The way she bites her lip and moans through clenched teeth? She’d been waiting all damn day for this.
