Didn’t mean to walk in. Redhead’s bent over the couch armrest, ass up, taking it rough from behind. Stockings bunching at her thighs as he grips her hips hard enough to leave marks. Hair yanked back—she gasps but doesn’t stop him. Flips her onto her back mid-thrust; legs wrapped tight around his waist like she’s trying to break him. Cock slams deep every time, creampie dripping down when he finally lets go—still staring right at you through the door.
