You weren’t supposed to see this. Door cracked just enough to catch the glow of pink nail polish on his cock as it disappears between her lips. Ms Pistachio—full-figured, tits spilling over the edge of the bed—pretends not to notice you peeking through the gap while she takes him deep. The way her mouth stretches around him, how she swallows without gagging like she’s been practicing… She knows someone’s watching and it turns her on more than anything else. No warning, no hesitation—just that slow bobbing head and those heavy-lidded eyes locked onto nothing but pleasure.
