She was supposed to be reading. That thick-set blonde with the permed hair and permanent lipstick stain sat cross-legged on the couch, book open in one hand while her other played absentmindedly with her own tits. Then he walked in—didn’t expect that. Next thing? She drops the book like it burned her fingers, leans forward slow as hell, and takes his cock down hard. No foreplay. Just lips sealing around him before he even hitched up his pants. Cock deep in her throat by now—she’s gagging already—but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she looks right at you through the door like she knows someone’s watching this whole time.
