She knew someone was watching. Black lace thong barely covering her ass when she bent over the bed to grab something. The door creaked open just enough to see her slide those straps down slowly, like she wasn’t alone. Thick thighs already glistening—no panties left now. A hand slips between them first, two fingers disappearing deep while she bites her lip at whoever’s peeking through that crack. Then came the cock—her own or his? Doesn’t matter which one it is when she takes it all without warning: gagging on pink plastic first, then real flesh buried past her throat while one hand grips the sheets and the other reaches back for more.