...you weren’t supposed to see this. Blonde with heavy thighs and a face that says don’t tell settles onto his lap, stockings bunching at her knees. She rides him slow at first, like she’s testing if anyone’s listening—then suddenly pins his hands above his head and starts grinding hard enough to make the cushions squeak. When he flips her over mid-thrust, those legs fly open wider than they should for a living room floor. Ass up, back arched—she’s not hiding anything now. The way she moans when he hits deep makes you wonder how many times they’ve done this before...
