Peeking through the crack in the door, you see her—thick thighs wrapped around his waist, riding slow then slamming down like she owns him. Purple couch creaks under their weight; bookshelves behind them full of dusty law books make it filthier somehow. His hands grab her ass while she leans back, pussy swallowing every inch. When he flips her onto her back and pins those legs open? You’d swear someone else was watching too.
