She knew he was there. Knew someone was watching through the door but didn’t stop. Black stockings tearing at the seams as she straddles that couch cushion, thighs slick with need. No warning—just a hand yanking down her panties and a moan that says ‘take me like this.’ Fingers already wet when his cock slides home, deep enough to make her nails dig into the fabric. The bed’s too far; she’ll ride him right here where anyone could walk in.
