Living room couch, curtains half-drawn—she knew someone was watching when she pulled out that thing. Thighs trembling around the base of it, nails digging into her own hips like she’s holding herself together. The dildo stretches her so tight you can hear it slurp every time it bottoms out. Tits bouncing against the armrest, breath hitching between gasps—pretends to adjust a throw pillow but just grinds harder. One hand clutches the headboard (or whatever’s closest), fingers clawing at fabric as cum gushes inside her like there’s no tomorrow. Didn’t even wipe herself clean afterward.
