She pretends to fold laundry but doesn’t look up when he walks in—pink stockings tight against her thighs, nothing underneath. The couch creaks as she straddles him first, tits bouncing with every thrust before flipping onto all fours like she’s been waiting for this. His hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise as she takes it deep inside that wet pussy. Then the pink dildo slides out and something harder takes its place. She moans louder when he pulls her back by the stockings and pounds into that ass raw—no prep needed. Cushions soaked before either of them even realize how far they’ve gone.
