Didn’t Expect to See Her Like This in Stockings

She wasn’t supposed to be alone. Door cracked open just enough to see her straddling the bed in those fishnets and heels, thighs glistening before they even touch. No warning—just a slow spread of legs as she sinks onto something unseen, hips rolling like she’s been practicing this for years. The way her tits bounce with every grind tells you who’s really calling the shots here. Then it flips: pinned against the headboard by whoever’s behind her, ass up high enough to hear every sloppy sound when he buries himself deep. She doesn’t fight it—just bites her lip harder and lets him use her mouth after.